Yaaaaay, it's Friday!

I think my favorite time of the week is Friday night. Which is probably most people's favorite time of the week, but eh, I never claimed to be original. Plagiarism is the heart of life, art, and everything else, I'm pretty sure. I love thinking that I have the whole weekend ahead of me, and all that troublesome sunshine has usually gone down by the time I fully realize it's Friday night, which means that everyone, along with whatever city you live in, automatically looks about 25x better. Hooray for subtle lighting!

I was having a conversation today that reminded me of a weird experience in high school: I was at a tea party for a friend on her birthday, and it took place in her family's sunken living room, which was ripped right out of a 70s movie with insane green shag carpet roughly as long as a hobbit is tall. The strange part, though, was that her family was raising ostriches or keeping them as pets or something. So there we were, sitting around drinking tea, with a very enthusiastic male ostrich doing a mating dance right outside the big paned windows. Look on Youtube for an ostrich mating dance, and you will see what I mean. It was surreal.

In other news, because I know you aren't tired of hearing about this yet, I was once more bemoaning my lack of a wonderful brown leather jacket last night, and Patrick decided to use some of the latest gig money to spoil me with one! This may or may not have been to shut me up, but I don't care. We're putting most of it toward bills and getting him some new glasses (the man has alien sweat or something, and it eats away metal, I shit you not; his glasses are eaten away on the sides where they touch his head, and he sometimes has green marks on his skin from where the metal gets dissolved), but I get a treat too! This is the one I picked, and I love it. I found a couple pictures so you can see what it looks like with the collar open and shut. Of course, I will not look like either of these women in it, but hopefully it will still look awesome on me.

Me in that jean size? HAHAHAHAHA No.

Nor will I be wearing paint-splattered khakis.

I assume the reason one has leather trims on the zippers and one doesn't is a change in style. Frankly, I don't much care either way. The particular model I could find that was in stock is the one with the trims, and that's fine with me. Of course the only size that was sold out of the other version was the one that fits me. I really like that this doesn't have an asymmetrical zip. I get those on things that actually have a pattern in them that would make a vertical zip look really foolish, like the basketweave Tadashi Shoji ghost dress I have, but with leather? Who cares? It just makes me look lopsided, so the straight up zipper is the way to go. I can't wait to try this on. All the other models of this designer's jackets I tried on had such deliciously buttery soft leather... Patrick will probably have to stop me from petting myself the whole time I'm wearing it so I don't alarm people when we go out in public.

Or he could just let me do it. This is Seattle, after all. Nothing fazes us.