dyke march

ok, lets see. first the dyke march was amazing. i went alone, planning on meeting joe and ashley. but i didn't see them, and i was feeling overwhelmed. everyone knew so many people, and i didn't know anyone, and it suddenly seemed like a bad activity to go to yourself, and i felt i made a bad decision... so i was searching the crowd for familiar faces and who did i see but dani and gina from ashley's birthday party! horray!! i went up to them and said, hey, can i pretend to be your friend just for the parade? and they're like, sure, i'm gina, and i said, oh, no, we've met before at ashley's birthday- i'm caitlin who ate the carrots. when i was telling a this story she went awww at this point sorry they didn't remember me. but i said, no, it was good, cause next they were all, oh CAITLIN! we remember you! look at your shaved head! look at your eyelashes! don't you look fabulous! horray. they kept introducing me to girls left and right. it was very overwhelming. the girls on bikes rode along side us as we marched, leading chants like, 2 4 6 8 how do you know your girlfriend's straight? or 10% is not enough, recruit recruit recruit! when we got to the park, gina and dani and i took a "fruit loop" around to check out the ladies. gina said, let me know if you see anyone you think is hot, and i'll tell you what i know, cause i know almost everyone, or i know someone who does. i SO wanted to take her up on it, but i just couldn't. as i said, overwhelmed. everywhere i looked were cute girls. i would have gladly slept with 3/4 of them. i was so happy to find so many cute dykes in chicago! they do exist! and i have a tenuous ties to meet them! horray horray! dani lived nearby and so i walked to her place with her so she could change into her bathing suit. we found andy and joe and carrie and ashley, and when gena and dani went swimming i went to charlie's alehouse with the rest of them, and tina, their new friend, and her roomates. it was so very much fun. so often at a table like that i feel like i'm in the most unfortunate seat- it certainly always happened when i was out with the costume shop. but this was perfect- across from carrie, next to andy, with ashley and tina caticorner- perfect for conversation. i was so sad when it was time to go- i wanted to go out with them again, but the pants awaited.

looking back on my weekend now, i know i should have spent the night with the girls and made the pants sunday instead, but i was a good girl and went home and worked. and i was so tired after being out in the sun all day- i sewed from 8pm-2am. pleats. 7" panels of 1/2" pleats. that's 14 pleats on each side of 4 pieces- right and left front and back. that's 112 pleats. and i had to do one set over again cause they were off by 1/2". and my printer's still broken. and i've never done a zipper fly before, so i looked up instructions on the internet, but i couldn't print them out, so i would sew a seam, go to the computer to see what to do next, sew a seam, back and forth between the computer and the sewing machine. when it was all done, i cut out my basting stiches, compared it to the original, and found it was beautiful... but backwards. i'd made a mans fly instead of a women's, and it opened the wrong way. so i had to take it all out and do it all over again. my pleats weren't pressed perfectly, and i wasn't sure how to do the cuffs. but i felt like i'd given it my best- this is the best i can do. if she expects better, she'll just need to hire a different seamstress, because i just cannot produce nicer work than this. admitting one is not perfect = not fun.

but really, i'd had SO much fun earlier walking around andersonville in my purple flowered bra, green patchwork pants, and purple lame eyelashes, i wasn't gonna let a stupid JOB get me down!