U I vethed na I onnad.

Barely at my job three weeks and already I'm beginning to pile up the Customers Suck stories. Because for real, customers suck.

It's kind of crazy, too, how one day you can sell over $1600 and the very next day you barely break $300. (I'm pretty sure today I didn't break $300 at all, but I'll find out tomorrow. And given that tomorrow is LABOR-FUCKING-DAY-FUCKING-WEEKEND SATURDAY who wants to bet that tomorrow nobody comes in at all? At least we close at 4:00 instead of 7:00.)

Wednesday I start my props internship at Propstar, effectively putting me to work 6 days a week. I'm probably crazy, yes, but I'm REALLY excited about working for this company. They've got actual Broadway - and a lot of it - under their belt. They've also got what sounds like a pretty good reputation, so here's hoping.

I'm going to be in the Times again this Sunday thanks to my Jazz Age Lawn Party beach pyjamas. Found the link today. Second time! Now I'll have to start planning more outfits to try and impress. XD

My beach pyjamas are nearly ready for Saturday! I need to hem them and add the notions (currently it's being held by safety pins). Also need to make the sash, but that's the least of my worries at the moment.

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Last night I attended an epic party of Roman proportions. I got home at a quarter to 3 and didn't actually get to sleep until 4.

Sometimes my life is glorious.

Finally I can take a breath, sit down, and pull my head together enough to write coherently. These last days have been a flurry of sewing and events and just things to do. When there was a break I thought about making a post but my eyes would slide away from the screen in defiance of my fingers to focus on something shiny that didn't require braining.

Thursday and Friday found me sewing until 1:30 to 2 in the morning. Saturday saw the Jazz Age Lawn Party on Governor's Island. Sunday saw my second (once removed, I think) cousin getting married. (Both days saw me doing more drinking between them than I normally do in a year.) On Monday my mother left for Aspen while I shortened and made straight hems of 8 capes, and Tuesday came with Italian class and a late-night Antigone rehearsal.

But simply for Saturday's Jazz Age Lawn Party, it was all worth it.

I mentioned buying my materials for the dress, but I don't think I ever showed the picture here. It looks like this:


That velvet and that gold star-looking thing? Didn't make it to the final version. Originally the velvet was to be a sash with the star-looking thing as ornamentation, but put all together it made the dress look like evening wear rather than for a picnic. The sash does exist as a sash instead of a yard of fabric - I just need somewhere appropriate to wear it to.

Getting to the party was somewhat harrowing - after finally going to sleep around 2am I arranged to wake up at 8:00 to begin the process of messing with my hair. The first ferry leaving at 11, the idea was to be done and out the door by 10 with plenty of time to take the train. Hahaha... no. Instead I fought with my hair until 10, realized the time, hurriedly did make up and began to fight with my hair once again - and remained fighting as I ran out the door at 10:45 to get a taxi. I asked the driver to speed, flung money through the window and ran onto the boat so I'd not have to sit around for an hour until the second ferry ran at 12. And I did make it. 8Db

(None of the pictures found below this did I in any way take. I did not alter them except for a few instances of cropping in a vain attempt to cut out plain-clothes-passerbys - what you see is what you can find on facebook.)


( Step in for the rest of the party. )

The wedding on Sunday was nice enough. I didn't even known Aaron had started dating until I got home from Japan and mother informed me that we'd be going to the wedding. The most unfortunate thing was that it took place in a Jewish Center and came with kosher catering, so there was no real dairy. That meant no real milk or cream in ANYTHING - including the wedding cake. This was no ordinary wedding cake my friends. No, no. This was Spackle Cake.

( Look, I have proof. )

I'm pretty sure that cake frosting is not supposed to help your spoon stand straight up in the air.

And now that I have thoroughly destroyed your internet connections and/or bored you to tears, I am off to make dinner.

Today was meant to be a day of refined exercise and gaming, playing croquet in Prospect Park. We were sadly rained out, but all present retreated to the Theo's and L's  apartment for booze lunch and damn good company. Now I'm lounging around in my underware (minus corset because that isn't finished). See?

  

LOL I r so Victorian.

 

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Today I took the Foreign Service Office Test. I think I came out relatively unscathed - although the essay I wrote was cheesy to the point of OMGWTFLOLarious. No, really. I had to stop myself from laughing as I wrote it. Hopefully it doesn't do the same to whoever it is that grades these things. orz

Big changes; they are not happening. 8D

I am going to start sewing lessons in two weeks to learn how to do things that I haven't taught myself - like put in zippers. Also I'm hoping to refine technique and all that. (Though I just threw together a pair of 1907 drawers that have turned out pretty damn well for something drafted on my floor with a ruler.)

I also started Italian lessons this past Tuesday. The class is taught start to finish in nothing but Italian. It's intense but for having only had one class so far, I really like it. I'm thinking to continue once this set of 9 is over.

Still doing my English Country Dance. I've gotten better I think. I remember most of the moves and the experienced dancers are really nice about helping me when I forget which way is left and which is right. Maybe in a few months I'll be able to start worrying about looking graceful while dancing instead of going the right way.

Still struggling with my JE FQF. This is bad, because I have to turn it in on the 13th. It's also really uninspired, but there's no helping that now.

The Foreign Service Office Test is next week. Next Friday, to be exact. YIKES! WHY DID I THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA?!?!?!?!

And lastly, I love living in New York sometimes. I didn't get to see Gantz part II when it opened in Japan, but by God I will see it (and in Japanese) when the Asian Film Festival kicks off this summer! It's too bad they'll never get Sentai movies.

I have been a busy little pirating beaver this past month. (And look at me! I live on the wild side, talking about all this.)

Between Hyakujuu Sentai Gaoranger (which I watched streaming and am now downloading to love and cherish), I've finally caught up on Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger and Kamen Rider OOO, downloaded and re-watched Kamen Rider Den-O (the love for the Imagin, it knows no bounds), downloaded and watched GouGou Sentai Boukenger (which was... uh... good? I think. Maybe? ... It had it's moments), and am currently downloading and trying really hard to watch Tensou Sentai Goseiger (this one is... not so good so far. I hope it will have its moments). When I finish with Gaoranger it will be onto downloading and re-watching Kamen Rider W, Samurai Sentai Shinkenger, and Bakuryuu Sentai Abaranger (I haven't cooed over Shotaro or Genta or Abaranger period being awesome in months, man, I need my fix).

For all of you on my F-list who have no idea what the hell I'm talking about: All those shows with 'sentai' in the title? Went on to become Power Rangers. The ones with the giant robots and the people in spandex suits and pyrotechnics. (Except Goseiger and Gokaiger, because they haven't finished making Shinkenger into Power Rangers yet and Goseiger and Gokaiger come after it). Yeah. I watch the totally awesome stuff. :|b

Kamen Riders do not have an American equivalent (save Kamen Rider Ryuki). They involve a lot of motorcycles and explosions and are generally full of main-character-jerks with single bright spots of humanity relegated to one other main character. No, really, I watch the totally awesome stuff. :|b

(The thing is? My love for Kamen Rider series and Sentai series is actually quite uh... un-cynical is the best I'm coming up with. It borders on ridiculous, actually. Someday I may force upon you horrify you with treat you to a series of fan-rants about them.)

I'm also slowly starting to crawl up the pile of Arashi shows I haven't seen since I left. I'm not sure I like the new format of Himitsu no Arashi-chan very much, but at least I have all of them now. I need to finish downloading VS and Shiyagare and then I will have conquered the TV. That is until I find somebody who has downloads of all four seasons of Hancho.

Have I mentioned that I've started speaking to myself in Japanese? Because I have.

Today is the second year anniversary of my grandmother's passing.

Next week will be the second year anniversary of my father's passing.

May continues to be the worst month of the year. It always will be.

♠Followed my desires and did some baking. Honey and ginger cake (made on Sunday) and lemon cookies (made today). Next up will probably be scones. Or I will be going out and getting chocolate to make that molten cake. Maybe tomorrow.

♠There's a group that gives English Country Dancing lessons that I never knew existed. Beginners class starts at 7 so I'm thinking it's time to start a slow walk to Washington Square Park, find some dinner and see what it's all about. It'll give me something to do with myself through all the nothing that's been happening.

♠Kuroneko wants me to pay Mizuho Ginko for moving my things. Sure, Kuroneko, because the streets are just full of Japanese banks around here. And, you know, because your customers can only pay once everything has gone through and been charged at customs here in the US. Yes.