Currently: in the middle of mental preparations for the Company Christmas Gala this evening. Recent activity: Visiting Macy's to spend too much money on an extravagant outfit. Picture: thigh-length black velvet coat with silk banded collar; iridescent red diamond-patterned vest; diagonal-patterned white tuxedo shirt; black (and I know some of you hate the word) slacks. Me: hot.
Interesting anecdote: salesperson sees my mo/faux-hawk-ish hair as I peruse the Claiborne Luxe options. Continues to stare (hard core stare) at me as I shop. Sends someone to knock on my door as I try clothes on, ostensibly to check on my comfort but in actuality a thinly-veiled attempt to let me know I could not pull a Winona. Glares at me as I look for different size in coat. When he realizes I am, in actuality, going to purchase the entire armload of clothing, he at least has the good grace to remain surly and does not sully our relationship with false servility. My subvocalization as I leave: What a dick.