I like your t-shirt


A very popular 5 year old (who has been to a few parties I've been to in the past) came up to me last night (at my first of three parties) and said, "I really like your t-shirt." I said thank you and then when inside to tell her mother how much her daughter loved my black and white corset and if she wanted to get one, she could get it at Broadway Boutique. We laughed and chatted about how her daughter always wanted to wear such grown up things... as her mother, she kept telling her she had plenty of time to wear such things. I, myself, didn't start wearing corset until this year - she has plenty of time.

One of the parties was for my friend Kyla who is moving to Argentina. She's heading down to stay with a cousin and teach ESL - her boyfriend is joining her later. I have to admit that I am envious when I hear of my friends running off to do such things. There's nothing stopping me from applying for a job abroad, joining an organization where I would have such opportunities. I had my stint in the Peace Coprs. I could leave again... but I'm really just having such a good time here.

The evening ended at a 30th birthday party - themed for the 1930's Depression - for a friend whose a derby girl for Rat City. There were 4 burlesque performers who did a variety of fantastic acts (some of them were rollergirls too) before the party became a dance-dance party. (I love dancing!) The music was great though it was pretty funny to have all of these people dressed in 1930's costumes (or rags) dancing to M.I.A. and the Cure. It was odd and would throw you for a second. I rolled home late and crashed out with the two kitty friends.

Today might have been the perfect day. It was sunny and not too hot. I went to the Ballard Farmer's Market, out to lunch, worked in my p-patch, went to crossing training with another skater, grocery shopped and cleaned out the fridge - all of the fabulous things you can do on a Sunday. And it was father's day - I called mine a couple of times but didn't get him.

And though the sun is setting an a very nice weekend, the University of Iowa was flooded again. All of the buildings in the art campus and my resident hall that were flooded in the 1993 Floods (when I was there) are flooded again. Its tragic to see all the devastation caused by this never ending rain - from the sopping wet corn fields to the homes that have been destroyed.