Menage à Trois Bingo

I hate when I accidentally participate in some pop-culture reference thing that I don't understand or know the backstory for. I've seen a few posts around FB the last few days saying "you know what Oct 3 is" and "wear pink", and I had no idea what it was about. I thought maybe it had something to do with Breast Cancer Awareness (thanks, I'm very aware of breast cancer--my sister just had a mastectomy this summer--and I'm rather distrustful of the Komen Foundation).

This morning, I was looking for something to wear, and grabbed my newish CowCow dress with cherries on it. Which is mostly pink.

As I was arriving at work, I see FB posts about 'show me a selfie in your pink' and suchlike. I finally googled. It's something to do with Mean Girls I think maybe? I never watched that...but here I am wearing pink.

Same thing sometimes happens on St Patrick's Day. I never wear green on purpose, but sometimes end up doing it accidentally. (Not that I wear Not!Green on purpose either...I just usually don't know or care what day it is when getting dressed.) The year I had dyed my hair green about a month beforehand I got SO MANY QUESTIONS. "Is your hair green for St Pats?"

CowCow dresses, by the way, are awesomesauce. I have three of them so far. Search "cowcow" on Amazon and look at all the cool designs, in a huge range of sizes, for $20 or less.

Mai prezdint, let me sho u him.

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Tuesday was a very emotional day. Driving to work, listening to NPR as usual, I started crying every time they interviewed an ordinary Joe or Jane about their experiences. Didn't get an opportunity to watch the inauguration festivities myself, even though $COMPANY had a big-screen set up for the purpose: too busy. This may be for the best, as a face covered in tears, even happy hopeful ones, is not the professional image I try to project.

Then I cried the next day at my lunch table while reading the text of Obama's inauguration speech.

Still haven't watched any of the ceremonies beyond what's been on the regular news coverage. Chris tivoed it though, so I will do that soon.

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Wednesday I printed out a copy of +Gene Robinson's invocation from Sunday and stuck it to my cubicle wall, where it remains. I made another one and stuck it on the wall in the break room, but that one has mysteriously disappeared. I'm not really surprised; I expected that to happen. After all, when I occasionally find anonymous copies of homophobic, racist or sexist nonsense posted or left on tables in the breakrooms, or still on the printer, I throw them in the wastebasket immediately like the trash they are. I suspect the anonymous leaver of such things found Bishop Robinson's prayer offensive and did likewise.

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Wednesday night was the $COMPANY service awards banquet. I have just completed ten years of service (officially--I worked a year for them as a contractor prior to that), so I was up for an award. When the invitation came, Chris said, "I went with you last time so you should take your girlfriend. It's her turn." After some trepidation, we decided to do just that.

Spent a goodly part of Wednesday afternoon agonizing over the just-right fashion choices, including a purchase of new shoes for each of us, and ended up wearing velvet dresses and tall shoes. Tall enough that I could look Chris in the eye.

Coworkers were...daunted, I think. Everyone was very nice to Tammie, whom I introduced as "my girlfriend Tammie". I let people think that meant whatever they liked to think it meant. It did make one person eat his words, though. He said, "something-something your friend," where we were going to leave it, but then he asked how we know each other. Tammie said, "Um, we live together." He recovered well, though, following up with "and how did you meet?"

I am gratified, for the purpose of my continued employment, that I did not think of the obvious response to "how do you know each other?" until the next evening. Somehow I don't think "carnally" would have been a good choice of riposte under the circumstances.

I didn't sleep very well that night, in part due to temperature issues with the heat in the house, and in part because I was nervous about work the next day. I know what a rumor mill this place is, and I was concerned that people would have been gossiping about me. *shrug* They may well have, but it's been two days now and I haven't heard a single word of it. Either people are minding their own business, they interpreted 'girlfriend' according to their heterocentric mindset as 'close female buddy', or they're managing some really quiet talk that hasn't yet reached any of my closest friends.

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I got nuthin else. I just like to say "President Obama".

dressaday_feed would be so proud. Well, not really, since I didn't make this dress. But it has POCKETS! I just discovered them!

I went to Target yesterday to spend the $50 gift card my coworkers gave me for my 40th birthday. Found an Isaac Mizrahi dress on the clearance rack at 75% off (was $39.98, now $9.98). It is now adorning my lovely self. White with big pink roses on it. Squee!