Abundant Thighs...?

Theme Song: D Bridge - Dolls

Last night I got up to get a drink of water at around 3:30 AM. My lovely hardwood floors are about 70 years old and very creaky, so I tend to tiptoe around, especially in the wee hours of the morning. I sleep extremely lightly and usually get up at least once every night to get a drink or to putz around on the intertrons.

So, I had my water and returned to bed. I was just dozing off when, three minutes later, somebody pounded loudly on my front door. Probably my downstairs neighbors. I was immediately wide awake, and so was Steven. I said, "there's no way in hell I'm getting that..." He agreed, and despite his sleepy state, I could tell that he was pissed. He was really irate about it this morning. There is nothing I can do about the creaky floors - do they really have any business complaining when their upstairs neighbor uses the bathroom or gets a drink?! I'm unable to muster the righteous ire that fiery Steven can, but I'm still moderately miffed about it. I've lived here for much, much longer than they have, and I haven't changed my habits in any way. And at around 7, while I was showering and dressing, they turned their heavy metal up to a decibel level that wasn't really appropriate for the hour... I didn't mind, but I think they probably wanted me to.

I had a morning dream that I was shopping for a red dress in a red dress store, while wearing a red dress. It was obvious to me that the advertisements for the red dresses in the dream used language borrowed from a book I'm reading right now, and it was hilarious. I woke up and sleepily told S about it, saying "my brain would never, of its own volition, string the words 'abundant' and 'thighs' together to describe the merits of a dress." He replied, equally muzzily, "uhh, 'abundant thighs'? What books are you reading...?!"

Hahaha!

Last night, we went together to the Halloween dance team party. I was in quite an interesting mood. RH was there, which was my primary reason for attending ::xoxo!:: - but I was admittedly mercurial and broody, for a variety of reasons. I think the experience was colored mostly by three things - disappointment, utter disdain, and slight awkwardness. I was approached by a newcomer for whom I felt an immediate dislike from the very second I met her, which is pretty uncharacteristic. I was a little bit disappointed that she didn't feel a chill from the waves of unrestrained, appalling contempt emanating from me. I don't think I have ever in my life reacted with such obvious scorn to somebody's FACE, but she didn't even notice. We left around 9:30 and I was sorry to miss out introducing Steven to some of the awesome people who came later, but I was relieved to go. I did NOT want to dance.

We went, in costume, to Sushi Blues. :D I was immensely cheered by my temaki and soba, and by S. He doesn't seem to mind if I'm volatile, broody, mercurial, derisive, etc... Actually, I think he's pretty entertained. :C