Wednesday, December 05, 2007

What Actually Got Done Today

I ended up staying awake for most the night because I became engrossed in a book. I went to bed about 6am, and woke up around 2pm.

I called and priced food for the party. I don't know what would be a good price considering most places charge per person than just a flat rate for a big pan of enchiladas. We'll discuss it further at our little informal committee meeting.

I also went shopping. Bought some warm sweaters, then had to go buy some new foundation garments a.k.a bras.

You men have it easy. You don't have buy anything to support your nuts. They just sort of hang out and do their own little thing, free to move about in the warm confines of your boxers or tighty-whities. The only time they have to be holstered in a cup is when you play sports, and even then your options are small, medium, large, and extra large.

But not for women. Instead, we have to take ten million measurements before we figure out our bra size: circumference with the boob, without the boob, the lunar phase of the moon, the heat index, and fiber content of a bowl of Malt-o-Meal. Chocolate flavored.

Then there is the style. Underwire? No wire? No wire that pretends to be an underwire? Padding? Inflated balloon you can insert that push your boobs to just under your chin? Full coverage? Demi? Pasties?

Don't forget about what fabric!! Cotton? Cotton-poly blend? Lace? Sequins? Sandpaper??

I miss those days when I could just go to Hell Mart and pick up a bra for less than $10 and it fit comfortably. That was when I was a teenager, before my boobs exploded in a fit of pubescent hormonal rage. Now, I have to buy them at a department store, because to be endowed with generous bosoms, means comfortable bras are a little harder to come by. One ill-fitting bra can ruin your entire week, not to mention could poke the eye out of some innocent bystander.

At the end of the day, I found two bras (which were exactly the same). Because I was grumpy and needed something to lift my spirits, I bought new underwear as well.

I'm tired...I think I'll go to bed now. I just throw some laundry in the washer before I do so I can kill off one more thing on my list.


Spyder said...

Going bra shopping is the hardest.

emawkc said...

Boxers or tighty-whities? I don't think so.

If I can't wear my banana hammock, I'll go commando, thank you very much!

Jonathan said...

You left out a couple of materials, like to paraphrase Lisa from weird Science...

Do you have something like leather, rubber, or barbed wire?

(Can't believe IMDB didn't have the quote for me)

Faith said...

I hate bra shopping. Which is why I'm glad I've discovered my favorite bras at Vic's Secret, and don't have to worry about it any more!

I do sometimes think it'd be a good idea to go into one of those stores that's completely dedicated to bras and underthings in order to be properly fitted, a la Tim Gunn's Guide to Style. (On Bravo at 9 p.m. CST tonight.) They do it every week for the women they're helping, and while they all seem to start out with the most dismal bra/undie drawer I've ever seen, so it makes sense that even a slightly better bra than the ones they already own will be better for them, it still makes me think. My bras keep me perky, but could I do better? I'm sure I could!

Usually for a dinner for work, I try to keep things at $12 - $15 per person, if that helps at all. Mexican should be even cheaper, depending on the place. But that's a good start for you to work with.

Danny Vice said...

I have to agree... TW's and boxers are out for guys....Boxer briefs are in...

but believe me, I know how hard a time girls have getting something that will fit.... that won't be stretched out in two weeks.... Especially for women who are D cups.... and the back problems...

Luckily, there are a few solutions for these problems... =)

Danny Vice