September 22, 1999
After I finally woke up from my little beauty nap, Keith and me headed for downtown. I wanted to buy skirts and a Bloodhound Gang CD (you know them? They have a song "I Wish I Was Queer So I Could Get Chicks". They're a great band.) and we also had theater tickets for 7:30.
Doesn't that sound like I'm some kind of rich socialite? "Jeeves, bring the car around, we have tickets for the theatah this evening. And while we're gone, why don't you buff the finish on the auxiliary Rolls-Royce?"
It's not quite that exciting. Keith and a bunch of his friends like supporting local theater, so for several years now they've bought season tickets to (quick, can you guess?) a local theater. It's called "A Contemporary Theater", and they do contemporary-type plays, featuring local actors. At least, that's what it USED to be, before the last couple of seasons.
ACT has a new director now, and he's from New York and thinks that all GOOD theater companies should feature Broadway shows and Broadway actors. It's actually been sort of interesting this season, because it seems like every show has some washed-up TV star in it. Last month the boyfriend from "My Two Dads" was the star of the play, and last night Julie from "The Love Boat" had a big role.
At any rate, I've never gone to the theater much before, so the plays seem fine to me, even with the TV stars and Broadway plays, but Keith and his friends aren't incredibly happy with the turn things have taken. They figure that they got season tickets in the first place in order to support LOCAL theater, not a bunch of washed-up TV stars and Broadway retreads. I think next season we're going to get season tickets to a different theater.
As long as we keep going to SOME theater, I'll be happy. Like I said, I never went to plays much before, but now that I've been going for three consecutive months, I think I'm hooked. Even the bad plays are interesting to watch, and it sure as hell beats sitting at home on my butt watching TV.
I'm ahead of myself, though. Before the play we went skirt shopping. We didn't have time for CDs, because of my impromptu nap, but I'll pick up my Bloodhound Gang CD eventually, I'm sure.
Shopping for clothes is always a traumatic experience for me. I have to convince myself that I am NOT, repeat NOT going to lose weight just so that I can fit into a more convenient and easy-to-find size. Like, if I were a 12 everything would be easy. There's lots of stuff in size 12 out there. But noooo, I have to be a 14, and hardly anybody has anything good in size 14. It just sucks, because I'll see some cute skirt or something, and I'll imagine how it will look on me, and then I get it into the fitting room and it's too tight and pulls in all the wrong places and looks trashy and gross. Sigh. And I think "oh god, I'm fat!". Except I'm not fat, I'm just trying on the wrong damn size because clothes manufacturers think that everybody is between a 6 and a 12.
There's a happy ending. I wound up with an awesome wrap skirt and a slinky black dress that fits in the category of "stuff Keith likes me to wear".
The play was not bad. Afterward, we went out with Peter and his brother (I'll add Peter to the intro page sometime soon, just not today, but soon, I swear) to this bar. It was the first time I'd been to a bar since I moved here from Chicago. Keith doesn't drink at all, so we don't tend to go socializing in bars. I was happy, because for my first bar outing since I got here, we picked a really good one. It wasn't completely smoke-infested, there were booths that you could sit in and order food, and it was not totally crowded. Also, Peter says the jukebox is good, although I did not get a chance to try it out, which is sad since I love jukeboxes.