End of the Week
Eddie and I are going to a wedding for one of his coworkers tomorrow night. It’s an evening wedding, starting at 5pm, which means we’re not going to be home until late. To celebrate the wedding, we hit Target last night after work, where we proceeded to pick up some new duds for each of us, then to Payless for some shoes. Eddie got himself some new pants, a shirt, and a tie (he looked damned hot with the suit jacket too, but we just couldn’t see shelling out another $60), and I got some fancy new pants, a vest, and a skirt. Eddie claims the pants make me look skinnier; I think they just make me look taller because they’re a bit long, thus making my legs look longer. I’m thinking of going back to Target to return the skirt tomorrow, since it’s longer than I’d like and doesn’t look fantastic on me. I’m debating about the vest since it’s probably not something that I should wear without a shirt on under it, and is slightly on the big side, and I’m not sure how I feel about a black and gray outfit for a wedding. It’s times like these when I wish I knew how to make simple alterations, then I’d make the vest a bit more fitted rather than the blocky way it fits now (that’s the problem problem with big boobs and a smaller tummy, nothing fits right). Either way, we planned on going to mom’s to get ready (or at least stop in and show her how nicely we clean up), so I might get Eddie to stop at the store on the way down. Tonight I’m going to try to hem the pants a little, I just need to find some gray thread.
We finally finished shopping at around 7:30pm and by that point we were hungry (I hadn’t eaten anything more than a handful of cheese-its at lunch and had nothing to drink all day), so we headed homeward and snagged dinner at the Ground Round up the street. The food was decent, as usual, and they had a couple of young guys playing guitar up at the bar area, and they weren’t half-bad. I managed to not eat everything on my plate, so I’ve got some lunch for today.
I have no idea what RPh I’m working with on Sunday. I hope it’s a decent one, shitty pharmacists make the afternoon suck. I’m hoping that I can get a decent one who won’t care if I leave early, since we’re supposed to be going to Mom’s house for dinner. I know I plan on bringing either a book or a bunch of yarn, since I do not want to be subjected to another mindnumbing afternoon of Nascar.







