Sunday, May 25, 2003
Guess what, folks! It's Kitten Week over at Scaryduck! Go check it out if you know what's good for you.
have some kittens for kitten week
Today I undertook the arduous task of finding something to wear for graduation, since I'm not allowed to go in jeans and a tshirt. Ideally, that is what I would do, but I do not have my say in these things. Alas. If we have to dress up for this stupid senior banquet thing, I'm going to throw a hissy fit, and it's gonna hit you. Yes, you. Right there. So watch it.
Anyways, it didn't turn out to be as bad as it generally is, since my mother and I decided to check a different area. So we went up to Newburyport. Thoroughly nice town, I enjoy it greatly. Sort of like what Swampscott would be if Swampscott were bigger and didn't suck as much. Newburyport was having some sort of festival today, although we didn't know it when we went up there. There were tons of tents around with people selling artwork and jewelry and clothes and ice cream. All the good stuff. It was quite nice. And of course it was very pleasant out today... warm, but not too warm.
So I had a good time. We ended up getting clothes from this kiosk run by this nice old Indian couple (real Indian, I mean, not Native American). It's all made out of this material called 'viscose', which is apparently some sort of rayon thing, but whatever it is, it drives my cats nuts. They can't get enough of it. It's a skirt and a shirt and they're obscenely comfortable so I hardly care what they look like. Makes me look like a hippy, actually, but whatever. If I can be that comfy wearing a skirt I'll be a hippy for a day. Although I don't own a single pair of Birkenstocks, so I guess I can't be a real hippy.
There actually were a couple of hippy-folk shopping there. They were awesome. I thought that all the hippys had aged and were now all either old hippies or businessfolk by now. I didn't realize there were still any young hippies left. But these people definitely were. They were going through this Indian clothing... the guy had very long hair and a big hat and he kept taking his shirt off. I'm also pretty sure that he was trying on the skirts along with the baggy Indian pants. The girl was also decked out in the Indian gear, and she was named Savannah. She had a little boy with her who was named (I kid you not) River. I didn't catch the guy's name. But my lord. Who names their kid River? That poor little kid is going to have such issues when he gets older. What characters. They were hippys in every sense of the word. A dying breed, but apparently not quite extinct.
We also saw a massive black dog that I thought was a small horse at first. It looked like a mix between a Great Dane and something else, maybe a mastiff, because it was much too heavy to be just a Great Dane. Great Danes are tall but they're not real massive. It may well have been a mix between a Great Dane and a small horse.
On the drive there, we saw a kid walking along the side of the road somewhere in Ipswich or Rowley with a guitar case on his back. You notice interesting people like that when you're driving along. Anywho, on the drive back, we saw him again. Still trudging along, with the guitar on his back, but in the opposite direction. I wonder where he had been going. Hum.
That's all. I am terribly thirsty so I am going to go get a drink. Damn you, body, for making these unreasonable demands of me.