Le maudit Mo D.

whitey white

I went shopping at Tarjhay today. I hate shopping, but can usually control myself in Tarjhay. They are not far from my house and they sell useful crap. I was in hot pursuit of an all-white ensemble for my upcoming participation in this charming event:

That would be the virginal Ivy Day parade at the Ladycollege. It takes place butt-early in the morning. It's a parade of alumnae in chronological order. Up at the front are the wheelchair-bound centenarians (my first Ivy Day featured two members of the Class of 1916!) and the hair goes darker as the parade goes on. Lined up along the sides of the road are the white-clad members of the current graduating class who then take up the end of the parade, which culminates in "last chapel," which is a stern talking-to from the president.

Anyway, as an alum and a representative of the Class of 1998, I am expected to wear all white. Unfortunately, Tarjhay's whites weren't doing it for me and so I came home and ordered my whitey-white outfit from my friend the internet. I prefer obtaining my clothing from a box, even if it costs me extra in shipping.

However, I did manage to pick up a cute cheap-o dress from the Targ. An unexpected find. It is tres cute. While I was in the dressing room and privy to its three-way mirror, I got a good gander at my bowl...sheesh, it's a bowl alright. I mean...I look like a Spirograph. I should not have a crater in my chest. It made me sad. Sad that it's there and sad that it's going away soon.

My chest has always been veiny. I wonder if my veins will disappear.

Posted by Zerd at May 7, 2007 11:09 PM