languid

well... it was a typical languid weekend. lotsa quality time lying around after a looong week on the job. back and forth in the off hours, which meant more driving around, to and fro from the city. for the most part i stayed horizontal. just rising for the usuals.

at the last minute i decided to acquire a zoot suit from siegel's. awhjeez... the customer service style was a bit convoluted but eventually we narrowed down to the fact that i wanted a zoot suit after expressing it a few times. they, however sprang to the occasion, by doing the tailoring in their last 90 minutes of buisiness on saturday afternoon. we didn't get there until 5pm and after thirty minutes of round and round i made a decision. i am glad i had a consultant with me because a majority of their suggestions were not zoot suits but more reasonable in price. so i ended up breaking off a chunk for a pachuco style zoot suit.

cool fucking shit. even half tailored like it was without the waist of the coat fitted it felt smooth. hot as fuck tho at prom.

which brings me around to prom.

i got a little shy. i was also lost in my date who looked fabulous. we were more into each other than intro and meeting and greeting.

i met
twinkie who had the most fabulous beanie baby outfit on. i got to hug sita at the bar. i chatted with the renown cd mixer jonnytrrrash7 for less than i would have liked. i said hi to liger and made faces back and forth for the second in transit. i seemed to alsways see andromeda out of the corner of my eye or across the room but never ran right into her. we were not really trying to track anyone down so all the moments were mostly accidental. there were so many fabulously dressed people. thrifted, punk stiched and dapperdown. my brain from all the napping and the sweltering heat was waaaayyy fogged but it was a good time all and all.

goodtimes.



aloha,
j