Strapped on sassy clothes, (including my trademark GSUS orange hoodie), missed the #8, ran to catch the #2, and was bowled over by a random act of kindness. After leaping onto the bus, I realized I had totally forgotten to bring any quarters. While I was searching every single pocket on me, a nice gentleman gave me a quarter. I thanked him profusely and he said, “Well, it looked like you were running out of pockets to check.” Now, how nice is that? This was a much better experience than yesterday’s Case of the Mistaken Identity. I was walking down my street when this random man about 20 feet away standing on the corner locked eyes with me. I mean he was staring intensely at me, unfriendly, not looking away. OK, so I’m a little out of my game when it comes to street smarts these days. So I stared back at him for about 8 seconds before breaking it off and stepping up my pace. In my mind I was like, “If I don’t stare back than he doesn’t really exist and I can always run into oncoming traffic if he chases me down.” I was almost to the bus stop when he shouted, “Oh, I thought you were someone else, I’m sorry….” Well, that’s a relief, but man, I’d hate to be that ’someone.’ Than he asked me if I smoked cigarettes I said no and made like I was in a huge hurry to get to the bus stop. Anyway, it was nice that today humanity redeemed itself. (HOBBES STOP LICKIN MY ARM, honestly, she’s sitting on my lap, and I know this is just thinly veiled attempt at cajoling me into giving her wet cat food).
Anyway, my mission was to make use of my one retail reference, a trendy clothing store in Capitol Hill. The sister of Kansas City Kitty owner, Christie, is the shoe buyer for this store. I learned that she, in fact, works at the corporate level. So after showing off my jewelry, kicking down a resume, and throwing out my limited fashion speak, I got her company email address. (A few minutes ago, I hastily took pictures of my jewelry and fired an email off in hopes of corporate fashion opps…or at least another venue for my wares).
I learned today that my house falls within the lowest reception possible at Cingular wireless. This explains why my phone will disconnect two times in one hour while talking in my living room. So no new phone or new plan will change the fact that we live in a black hole. Sigh. You know, I thought all this new technology would be easy…and when I run into hitches with it, I always feel pissed. It’s like our fancy new wireless internet, the thing constantly fails, and when it does I get huffy. (”It’s suppose to work, we’re paying for it, what’s the deal?!”) So now we have this bunk phone, and I’m looking into just throwing in the towel, paying Cingular off and getting an old-fashion land line.
I took in the splendor of Madrona Beach. Wow! I went to the dance studio that is housed in an old boat house. I was very intimidated…I tried really hard not to be but I ended up getting an impromptu interview with the educational director. I’m now on their sub list and I’ll be observing a kiddie class on Friday. I also may take a master class, but I have suddenly become very self-conscious regarding my dance ability. I know it’s a constant learning process, the whole dance training thing. Of course it is, but this place was so awesome I just knew everyone is probably the dance shit here. And who am I? Sometimes I think I should have just stuck with acting, at least there I don’t have to attempt the splits. Whatever, I could be in over my head or I maybe I could actually find a modern dance career this late in life.
There’s this picture on their website: I don’t think I can actually physically do what she’s doing. And yet, I’ve been having multiple dreams where my leg is also perched over my head. Perhaps it’s my inner desire to keep trying, get into classes, audition, lose weight, prescribe to all the aspects it takes to be a dancer. Or perhaps, the boat has sailed, and if I was suppose to have that sort of life it would have happened by now.
I’m sure all these days of unemployment has given me ample time to think about this. I treated myself to a mini-cupcake at Cafe Verita, and a small iced americano, (so much for the weight loss, I love food). The sun is currently shining, the cupcake was so good, I love being back in Seattle.