You're Really Little

we finally have snow! not a lot, and i bet it will melt, but i was pretty stoked when i left the house this morning and the temperature was below zero. maybe i will actually be able to use my new cross-country skis this season.

i went shopping for a bridesmaid dress yesterday morning. the dress we are getting is really nice and it is unfortunate that i will only wear it once. what i'm thinking is that we (and by "we" i mean all women who have purchased a single-use dress) need an event to re-wear these garments. some sort of fancy-dress party to show off our party clothes. i think that if i planned events that would be a good theme.

i crashed out for most of the afternoon then headed to allie's for another girls night! wine, dinner, charades, then out dancing. somehow we ended up at the brant house, which was fine until i properly looked around and realized that i absolutely loathe that place. i wasn't even intimidated by the posers, i was just annoyed (although, arguably, intimidated might have been the more appropriate sentiment).

we had a discussion earlier in the evening about the ambiguous comments that people make to us, and how best to deal with them. i have had a number of strangers comment on my size recently and at first i didn't really know what to say, but i have decided that i am now going to interpret any questionable statement as a compliment. here are some sample conversations:

person 1: wow, you are really little
me: thanks

person 2: ride safe and godspeed
me: and to you
person 2: that was very medieval
me: thanks

it works in any situation and you never have to think about what the appropriate response really is.

i felt surprisingly good when i woke up so shannon and i hit cheese magic after brunch. man i love that place, and i barely like cheese. we were made uncomfortable by a crack dealer on our way to kensington but thankfully the one-armed chinese man smoothed the situation over. i hate when my naive little bubble gets broken by crackheads and public drug deals but i will still frequent kensington, if only for the glorious cheese shop.

and happy birthday mom! xoxox