San Jose's Downtown Snow
So, Bay Area people have perhaps heard of Downtown Ice, but Downtown Snow?! Well, the plan on Sunday was to go ice skating downtown, since the Evanescence concert in SJ has been postponed. So Jenny, Kirk, and I met at the rink, got our waivers to sign, and got out our money. Well, then the lady at the register noticed my skates and said, "You might want to take a look at the ice first." I did, and it wasn't ice I saw--it was snow. Apparently, they'd had problems with the freezing unit and thus hadn't run the zamboni. The ice looked like it hadn't been resurfaced in a couple days (and I truly don't think it had). I said no way (much to Kirk's relief, I think). So the three of us in our multiple layers of (California) winter clothing wandered around downtown and ended up having dinner at Johnny Rockets. We also found a really spiffy snowflake patterned light and a snow (bubble) blowing machine. But the ice skating will have to wait. What have I learned? Call the ice rink before travelling and wasting your time (or in Kirk's case, $10 in parking...I guess he didn't hear me when I said Jenn and I parked on the street).
The not-so-great nail polish experiment: day 7.
It finally chipped today. Sure it's three days short of Revlon's advertised 10 days (well, up to 10 days), but for me and nail polish, that's darned impressive. So I went to Wal-Mart and bought another shade of it.
What else? I spent way too much money today. I bought Skechers ($40) so I could have another pair of shoes to wear to work. They're black, white, and silver. Pretty. Bought jeans at Sears ($30), but of course the pair I liked best had a hole in them, so I'll stop at Oakridge tomorrow and look into exchanging 'em. I had to buy a size five! Bwahahaha!
And on the KOHL front...Kirk Patrick keeps looking to me for all the answers to the station's music programming. I'm not the music director...I just happen to be the music director's girlfriend. I just seem to know more than most of my classmates because they apparently don't pay any attention during their airshifts. Okay, I've also watched Kirk work when he's doing the logs, so I guess I have a little more exposure to the joys of scheduling than the others. I suppose I'd better get a good grade in this class. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm the girl who broke the curve on the midterm. Unless I royally screw up between now and next month, I'm getting an A.
It's just another manic Monday. Well, not really. I woke up this morning to the sound of a vaccuum at about 8:30 or 9, which is not much earlier than I usually get up (considering most days I don't work until 3 or 4 pm). I tried shopping for jeans today, as somehow most of my pants are now too big. I'd just like to say I hate the current style. Super-low jeans are not for me, and they're always too big at the waist (or as close to a waist as they get). And why is it that the pockets on women's pants are either nonexistent or just useless? I always envy how guys manage with just stuffing everything they need for the day in their pockets, while I lug around a five pound purse. I wonder if guys jeans would even fit me? Or maybe more expensive ones would fit better? I doubt it, but that's going to be my theory as to why Kirk's jeans often cost more than entire outfits of mine. I'll head to Macy's tomorrow to test said theory. I just want some pants that fit. Is that really too much to ask?
Continue reading " "Not to be all "miss product endorsement," but I am fascinated by Revlon Colorstay nail polish. I was at the salon on Wednesday, waiting for a haircut, so I started flipping through a magazine. They had a short blurb about this nail polish and how the formula is acrylic-based, similar to car paint. Their tests had it last 12 days. Well, that sounded worth a try, so off to Target I went. For $5, I got a box containing a bottle of color and one of topcoat. On it went, and three days later, this stuff hasn't even chipped yet. That's with resetting aisles and blowing up balloons at work, and washing and coloring my hair. Okay, so there's one little chip, but my actual nail broke, not the polish...darned shelf tags. This stuff is great for those of us who are incapable of actually being careful with our nails. I love this low-maintenance makeup (this and the Max Factor Lipfinity/Covergirl Outlast).
Continue reading " "Well, I had an interesting weekend...how about you? Friday, it was finally Halloween, so I figured the madness at work would be over. Nope. Can you believe we still had a huge line of people buying last minute costumes until about 7pm?! Get your act together people. I rushed home after work to change costumes (from a Catholic schoolgirl look to a dominatrix-y outfit). Kirk showed up with his (overpriced) Neo coat. It looked cool, but $80 for a Halloween costume? No thanks. We went to City Beach in Fremont, where the ads promised a 10-piece disco band, which sounded fun. Well, it actually turned out to be like House Band, but worse. Oh well, at least we got free Ataris tickets out of it.
Saturday morning I went to work on about 4.5 hours of sleep. Fun. I got to deal with all the customers who expected Halloween merchandise to be half price. "You're joking," one woman told me. Nope. I don't think I can be quite that deadpan about it. I finally got out of work and was heading over to Walgreens to scope out the discounted Halloween candy when my phone rang. The caller ID said "Kirk cell," which was odd, since he said he had to work from 3pm to midnight. Well, he said he wasn't going in to work (obviously).
"Are you feeling okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Okay, now I was worried. "What's wrong?"
Pause. "I hit the center divide at 65 miles an hour."
Well, you can imagine my shock and horror. For a moment, I forgot he was calling from his cell phone and imagined him phoning from the hospital or something. It seems that other than a few cuts and bruises, he's okay. I happen to consider that just shy of a miracle, because the Miata, on the other hand, is toast. Or scrap metal. Thank God for airbags, because without one, Kirk would be in the hospital.
Here's what happened. He was driving home after dropping me off at about 3am Saturday morning. He dozed off a little, came to in time to swerve to avoid an abandoned vehicle, slid sideways, and hit the center divide head-on. It sounds positively frightening. You don't how relieved I am that he's okay. The fate of the car is a little sad. It was a cute little car, plus it was all paid off. Now he's looking into buying a new car, well, a new used car.
After Saturday's excitement, I had a Not4Sale gig on Sunday morning. Kirk came with me, though he had to miss the Raiders game to do so--that's devotion. I was surprised, but he thought the show was really cool. I half-expected him to not like it. That evening, we went to SCU to see the Ataris. I think the crowd was more entertaining than the bands. We sat up in the bleachers and watched the insanity on the floor. People were moshing and crowd surfing, and playing volleyball with giant Live105 balloons. When we left, we saw a couple fire trucks and concertgoers on stretchers. That's why I don't stand in the front. I don't want to risk being trampled by idiots.
Well, that's about it for me. I think I'd like this weekend to be positively boring in comparison.