some new theories

Wednesday, jul. 12, 2006   |   0 comments

In an attempt to get a grip on my public speaking fears, I’ve decided to simply re-label my petrification as “excitement” and see if I can trick my brain into thinking that all this churning inside is really just a “night before Christmas” sort of feeling, the mark of tremendously good things to come. So, ask me how I’m doing. And I say, “Me? I’m totally, totally excited about tonight’s reading!” See? I feel better already. (Where “better” equals so nervous that my breasts somehow ache??? Oh. Right. I’m also supremely pre-menstrual.)

I’m also trying out a new packing style on this trip. Usually I pack all my favorite, feel-good items, which has tended to leave me looking like a sort of overly mixed and matched craft fairy. This time, I packed interchangeable items. So: black pants, black skirt, black dress. Long jeans, short jeans. Many gut-covering long tees in a variety of cute patterns. And red flip flops, red closed-toe wedges, red open-toe Worishofer mules (and one pair of electric-blue no-slip sneakers for rainy or walky situations — sadly I don’t have red sneakers anymore, that really would have been perfect … but to honor the gods, we must interweave imperfections!!!!). I’m hoping the uniform approach will cut back on the endless outfit indecision and general mismatched weirdness. And it’s going pretty well: today it’s raining (Rain Tour ’06!), so I’ve opted for the black sweater+black puffy vest and scarf+jeans+electric blue no-slip sneakers option. So far, it’s working out great.

One more theory: I say if you really want to get to know a town, ride the bus. Right now, I’m on the 73 to the “U District” (which is actually/coincidentally my little nickname for the lady parts), and on this bus can be found, a) one Chinese lady who has refused to get behind the yellow line despite the driver pulling over so she could turn and yell at the woman to do so, b) a sexy man-bear with mustaches and a USA cap, and c) a twenty-something boy with punkrock mohawk and hippy, hippy Polynesian sandals. Viva Seattle!