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peregrinations (and a minor rant)
Sep. 29th, 2007 10:30 pmExcept for a trip to CVS, which needs to happen, I'm not going ANYWHERE tomorrow.
On Thursday night I decided I wanted Blue Ribbon for dinner, which involves a three-hour round trip from work to Harvard Square to Arlington to Harvard Square to home. I got home slightly after 8:00.
Friday night I was going to come straight home from work, but when my boss stuck her head in my office at 5:15 and asked me why I hadn't gone home yet, I realized that my watch had stopped, so I went home by way of Brookline Village to get the battery replaced. Silly me. I got off the bus at Kent St., got my watch fixed, noted a distinct lack of buses, walked up to Coolidge Corner, stuck my head in Trader Joe's, noted a distinct lack of buses, stuck my head in Brookline Booksmith, walked up to Harvard St. and Comm Ave (three buses passed me, between stops, on the way), and went home on the train. I got home at 7:30ish.
Today I left home at 10:00 to go meet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
whuffle in Quincy. From there we proceeded to Hingham (clothes shopping), Braintree (bra shopping), Brockton (more bra shopping), and Stoughton (Ikea, for disassembled bookshelves, which we had to unpack from the boxes in order to fit in the car. We play a mean game of real-world Tetris). I got on the train from Quincy Center and got home at 8:30.
Tomorrow I'm bloody well not going any farther from home than strictly necessary.
Fashion notes: Apparently it's not enough this season to buy pants. You have to buy pants made of fabrics so loud that you can't help but notice them. They pretty much scream "I'M WEARING PANTS!" to anyone in sight of you. (I didn't buy any pants.)
I loathe bra shopping. It's one of those necessary tasks, but ( I loathe it. )
I'm still trying to decide whether I would trade being female and going bra shopping every six months for being male and having to shave my face every morning.
On Thursday night I decided I wanted Blue Ribbon for dinner, which involves a three-hour round trip from work to Harvard Square to Arlington to Harvard Square to home. I got home slightly after 8:00.
Friday night I was going to come straight home from work, but when my boss stuck her head in my office at 5:15 and asked me why I hadn't gone home yet, I realized that my watch had stopped, so I went home by way of Brookline Village to get the battery replaced. Silly me. I got off the bus at Kent St., got my watch fixed, noted a distinct lack of buses, walked up to Coolidge Corner, stuck my head in Trader Joe's, noted a distinct lack of buses, stuck my head in Brookline Booksmith, walked up to Harvard St. and Comm Ave (three buses passed me, between stops, on the way), and went home on the train. I got home at 7:30ish.
Today I left home at 10:00 to go meet
whuffle in Quincy. From there we proceeded to Hingham (clothes shopping), Braintree (bra shopping), Brockton (more bra shopping), and Stoughton (Ikea, for disassembled bookshelves, which we had to unpack from the boxes in order to fit in the car. We play a mean game of real-world Tetris). I got on the train from Quincy Center and got home at 8:30. Tomorrow I'm bloody well not going any farther from home than strictly necessary.
Fashion notes: Apparently it's not enough this season to buy pants. You have to buy pants made of fabrics so loud that you can't help but notice them. They pretty much scream "I'M WEARING PANTS!" to anyone in sight of you. (I didn't buy any pants.)
I loathe bra shopping. It's one of those necessary tasks, but ( I loathe it. )
I'm still trying to decide whether I would trade being female and going bra shopping every six months for being male and having to shave my face every morning.
