Trousers that Fit, Ghost Walks, and Bobby Nearly Beating up a Guy at the Intersection
I'm so hopelessly geeky.
So here's a life update in hopefully less than 10,000 words.
Thursday, I got some new clothes. I hardly ever get new clothes, so yes, this is a big deal. I got two pairs of trousers and a pair of knee-high black lace-up boots, which I didn't need, but I've wanted boots like this for like five years now and Kohl's had them for fifty bucks and in a non-leather material....
I'm notoriously hard to fit in trousers because I have a skinny waist and a big bum so trousers that fit my waist are very uncomfortable otherwise, and trousers that fit my backside tend to slide down to where I feel I should have entered the plumbing profession every time I lean over. Also, my legs are long, so trousers tend to reach my ankles and ride up in comic geek fashion whenever I sit down.
So I wear mostly skirts, but this gets tedious, especially in the winter, when I usually wear old skating trousers under the skirts and tall boots so that no one can see the trousers. The problem with the boots is that I have an extra knob of bone in my left foot that hurts terribly if shoved into anything aside from my sneakers or hiking boots for too long, so I have to take off the boot under my desk and...yes, I am complicated.
But I found trousers that fit, as in being cut low on the hips so the waist isn't an issue, loose enough in the bum to be comfortable, and long enough that I actually had to roll them a bit to keep from treading on the cuffs today. And they're cargo pants so they've got a dozen pockets. I love clothes with lots of pockets, always thinking that they'd be so good for hiding things. Pity I never remember to actually hide anything in them.
The boots are awesome. I've really wanted boots like this for years now but had to wait for the rest of the world to catch up with my quirky tastes. Alas, such boots are popular this year. Sometimes, I think I should have gone into fashion design because it was always the case that I was being teased for wearing something one year, and the next year, everyone was wearing it.
Today was a completely Johnny-free day at work. And I even had a story in mind. Embarassingly enough, I wasted my day doing research for movie reviews.
Bobby's coworker is leaving Customs, so they took him out for drinks this afternoon, so Bobby was later than usual in getting home from work. I used the time to finally catch up on my LJ comments, some of which were a week old. Apparently, while Bobby was driving home, he almost got into a fistfight with another driver.
To make sense of this, one must understand what Route 40 is like where you get onto it near our apartment. Coming off of Route 29, you have about 50 ft/16 m to merge over two lanes of traffic and into the left-turn lane for our street. Route 40 is one of the busiest roads in the state, so it either gets horribly backed up there (since so many people have to merge over to make that turn) or one has to resort to drastic measures to cross the traffic. People are idiots around here and won't let a person in front of them, fearing that--OMG!!--that six-foot difference might make them late for a meeting!!! I am normally a very gentle driver (for this area especially), but that merge will make me cut people off, flip the middle finger, and lean on the horn on a pretty regular basis.
So Bobby was getting ready to make the merge, but traffic was backed up--per usual during a Friday rush hour--so he was sitting in the merge lane and waiting for the light to change and traffic to start moving. Around the corner off of Route 29 comes a dude in a Mustang like the proverbial bat out of hell, not expecting Bobby sitting there, having to slam on the brakes, brakes screaming, to keep from hitting him.
Then the guy has the nerve to honk at Bobby. Why? Because Bobby was sitting in stopped traffic? I guess that's a crime around here, as it tends to make people late for those meetings around which their lives seem to center. Anyhoo, Bobby flips him off. When the light changes, the guy whips around Bobby and swerves the car like he's trying to sideswipe him, then jerks in front of him to get into the turn lane.
Bobby then allegedly pulled up behind him in the turn lane, put the car in park, and got out. Now, the thing to know about my husband is that he is a big dude. He's 6'3"/190 cm and quite imposing. Bobby's hollering in language that I'm not going to repeat here. The other guy opens the door and starts to get out of the car, takes one look at Bobby lumbering towards him, gets back into the car, slams the door, and speeds off.
I told him to please attempt not to get in any physical altercations, as I am not eager to get a call from the Howard County Detention Center anytime soon.
Tonight, we had plans to take the Savage Mill Ghost Tour. We did the Ellicott City tour last autumn. It was really cool. The mill was one of the biggest on the east coast, and our tour guide was an awesome storyteller and very keen on putting everything into a historical context. I don't think that the alledged hauntings at Savage Mill are quite as dramatic as Ellicott City, but they tend to be verified to a greater degree, as Savage Mill is now more or less a crafts and antiques mall, and lots of people tend to witness the hauntings. Plus, Savage Mill is just an interesting place with lots of interesting shops, and we found yet another good restaurant to tempt us from eating at home.
Tomorrow, we're seeing the Capitals play, and it's a special Ovechkin tribute game for receiving the Calder Trophy last year. We get Ovie coins--w00t! Since I quietly fangurl Ovechkin, I will be taking tiny digital camera pictures from high up in the nosebleed section.
Potter is over now and staying for the whole weekend. It's been a long while since having a bona fide Nerd Weekend, so I'm looking forward to it. And Bobby's first game for the Pirahnas is on Sunday.
Now, it is 2:30--way past my bedtime--and I'm ready to drop.