Coffee-Suit Man and my lack of fashion sense

This morning my commute was different from usual because I brought along my little red suitcase. It is coming to the Côte d'Azul with me later today. However, this morning's commute was also different because the train was bursting at the seams with other people who also had their suitcases with them. Is everybody in Rheinland-Pfalz traveling today? Is this an organized event? Should I have gotten a flyer in my wee little mailbox? I certainly get enough spam flyers for other stuff in there. Although actually I did recently get spammed flyer-ed by Nescafé, and it came with a free sample of instant coffee. Sha-wing!

Anyway, as I was standing in the middle of a bunch of other standing up commuters all straddling our suitcases, wishing that the windows on the doors weren't at boob level so that we might be lucky enough to see something other than train track rocks and grass as we whizzed down the track, I noticed the gentleman next to me (and by next to me I mean rightthere) was wearing a really great, chocolate brown tie. I am a serial tie-noticer. I can't help it, and I deeply appreciate a great tie on a man. You boys look so good in them, afterall. So, his tie with diagonal raised lines of the same color was paired with a close-to-the-same-color brown, pinstriped jacket and a no-pattern, plain brown pair of dress pants which were also not quite the same color as the aforementioned menswear pieces.

I stood there contemplating such deep things such as whether or not I liked his ensemble. On the one hand, I dig brown. It's a complementing color for just about anyone. On the other hand, none of the pieces exactly matched color-wise and certainly not pattern-wise, though all the patterns were subtle enough to maybe not be noticed at first. But then again, people are allowed to wear flannel and be fashionable, so I guess that means anything goes.

But does anything go? He was also wearing black shoes. I say cool. Black and brown paired together look like coffee to me, and coffee is pleasing. And just as I had decided that he could wear his coffee ensemble with my stamp of approval, the train rocked just enough to knock everyone a little off balance and sent a lady straight into the coffee-suit man's arm. And cradled by the hand on that arm was, in fact, a cup of coffee, which went splish-splashing straight into the coffee-suit man's coffee suit lapel. Were the fashion gods trying to tell me that my approval of his unmatching pattern, color, and shoe choice is wrong?

Probably. After all, I adored wearing my huge tee shirts from swim meets more than any other clothes I owned throughout my entire childhood.

^^yup, that post just happened. thats what you get when im headed to france soon but my brain is already there. 

Mainzer Ladybug

Guess who I just found hanging out in my room... Mr. Ladybug! I don't even want to know how he got in here or why, but at least he's not a spider. I rescued him from being squashed into my floor, put him on the drying little yellow wildflowers that I picked the other day, and put him outside on my window sill, a place much more proper for a ladybug. The carpet in my room just didn't suit this dignified little fellow. Does this mean I have good luck now? I think I already have droves of it, so I'm sharing the luck with you all  :)

I want to kiss you on the mouth to stop you from saying such ridiculous things.

DID YOU KNOW that THE Alec Baldwin was in my office building yesterday? 2 floors directly below me? Talking to my favorite Capitol Policeman Bill? AND NO ONE TOLD ME?! I have a tendency to be very enthusiastic naturally, and I'm pretty sure that even a glimpse of Mr. Baldwin would have sent me into enthusiasm overdrive, so maybe it's a good thing that I missed him. I could have died.

One time I was driving around with Emma and Kenny texted me all the way from LA to tell me that he was in line at a bagel shop and A. Baldwin was right behind him in line on the phone. I nearly crashed my car. Well, not really, but my reaction was big enough to be cause for concern. The thing is, I wouldn't even go up to him if I saw him because, can you imagine being assaulted by every member of the public who recognizes you? GEEZnothankyou. So I'd just stand there in an overly enthusiastic state about to burst at the seams until the moment had passed.

But a message to him because, well, I feel like it: Thanks for being you. Your portrayal of the character Jack Donaghy is the highlight of a TV show that I go out of my way to watch. Seeing as how I don't own a TV, this speaks volumes for your talent. I read in a magazine on a plane (was that Hawaiian Airlines? American, maybe.) recently that you will not continue on the show so that you can accomplish other things. Admirable. Onward and upward, Mr. Baldwin! And keep on keepin' on with those bagels.

Awww Crap!

My mom would give me a disapproving look for using the word "crap" in the title. Anyhow, after a lovely Sunday morning church service and lunch in Eastern Market, I was walking home with a cup of coffee when I approached a "Do Not Cross" signal at a crosswalk. Right next to the corner was a tree, and right when I walked up next to it, a TON of birds flew out of the branches and landed on the ground. Now, I pretty much tweak out whenever I'm near birds. I have no idea why. I like the idea of birds just fine, but when I get around them with their fluttery wings and generally germy-ness, I get creeped out. So, all of these birds started flying around and I freaked out and considered changing course. And then I thought to myself, "Oh for pete sake, they're just birds." And then do you know what happened right when I decided to stick it out and give them a chance?! I GOT POOPED ON!

I've never been pooped on by a bird in all my years before Sunday, and this little rascal got me on my left shoulder blade. Of course it was a blustery day, so my hair was flying around and consequently I had poop both on my coat and in my hair. All I could do was laugh. For multiple blocks. And then wash everything in and around myself once I made it through my door. Sheesh! Isn't it supposed to be good luck? I'd rather find a penny.

Love Always.