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tutus and sweater pants.

Posted by jessica on Oct 28, 2011 with 4 Comments
in Funny Stuff, Performance
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“Is that what you wore to the theater?” my friend Dann asked me as I greeted him in my duck boots, tall socks, tank, and–oh yeah, a black tutu.

“No,” I said, laughing.

“Well, I wouldn’t be surprised,” he said, laughing, too now.

See, the head of wardrobe was graciously offering to sew some hooks and eyes on the tutu that I am wearing for Halloween, which is why I had to wear it for a little bit at the theater tonight.

But that’s not why I had to wear it at a bar tonight.

I didn’t.

Have to wear it, I mean.

Except that my friend’s friend saw the tutu and asked me to put it on–and then everyone was asking me to put it on–so I slipped it on over my sweater pants, see, and then we did a couple of lifts in a small bar in Media at around one am.

Not so bad for a Thursday night, I guess.

And about the sweater pants I was wearing. At one point, the bar tender came right up to me and said that my pants look like pajama bottoms. Now, there’s nothing wrong with pajama bottoms, and if you’re in the right place at the right time–say, in the comfort and privacy of your own home at bedtime, then there’s just about everything right with pajama bottoms–but I really love my sweater pants, and they are NOT. PAJAMA. BOTTOMS. So I simply said, “Okay. They’re not,” with the kind of inflection that puts a period right on the end of the sentence, leaving no invitation for further discussion on the matter.

And about the tutu. No, I hadn’t actually had a drop of alcohol, if that’s what you’re thinking. I have been told before that I don’t really need alcohol–I still haven’t figured out if that’s a compliment or not.

Right, so that happened.

otter party.

Posted by jessica on Jul 4, 2011 with 9 Comments
in Thoughts and Feelings
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You probably already know this, but I’m a little late to the party.
The party where everyone knows that otters hold hands while they sleep so as not to drift away from each other.
Best party ever.
I mean, have you seen otters?
Already adorable.
They have that down.
But otters holding hands?
COME ON.
Otters win, why do I even try?
Even if I managed to convince someone to float down a river with me and fall asleep while doing so (which is a pretty hard sell, I think), and also hold my hand (sounds like an awesome first date, though)–
Well, I still wouldn’t be as adorable as an otter doing all of the above.
And judging from my history, I’d probably fall asleep thinking I was holding hands with an otter and wake up holding hands with a snake.
No, Jess! Impossible! Snakes have no hands.
Good point.
How bout a spider?
Could I wake up holding hands with a spider in this analogy based on my history?
Hmmm. Spiders definitely have appendages, so you’re at least closer, but they don’t have actual hands, so nope. Still impossible.
Fine.
I guess my point is just that not everything that looks like a sea otter is a sea otter.
Like, sometimes a sea otter is a rat?
Precisely.
Which is when you abruptly stop holding its hand.
And then you wait till a real otter comes along.
Sure, if you say so.
I say so.
And then I hold his hand and we don’t drift away?
Right.
Not even when the current gets rough and the water feels cold?
Not even then.
Okay, cool. And thanks.
No problem. You should come to Parties Where Everyone Knows Otters Hold Hands While Sleeping so as Not to Drift Away From Each Other more often.
Oh, I totally plan on it.

random and BOYS!

Posted by jessica on Jul 1, 2011 with 4 Comments
in there are pictures here, Thoughts and Feelings
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Promo shot: It’s for a show The Paper Janes are scheduled to do at the Queen Theater next month. And we’re excited about it. And this is just pure love captured on film (except that I used my iphone, which has no film at all). We look so happy. We are so happy. And I just [...]

birthday

Posted by jessica on Jun 4, 2010 with 17 Comments
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Loved Ones, Thoughts and Feelings, Uncategorized
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I don’t even understand how this works. I mean, we learn our lessons experientially, right? Someone walks outside and they see the ocean and then they tell everyone they meet that the world is very wet with a surface that never does stay still, it’s so busy swelling and upturning. Or they look up and [...]