Ten Years.....

There was nothing notable about that morning. I woke up and got ready for my first class of the day. I heard a knock on the door and I opened it to find one of my sorority sisters standing in the hallway, asking me to turn on the news. She and I both had 9 am classes, and she knew that I never watched TV before class and also that I would be awake.

We stood there, confused. I honestly remember having no idea what she showed me. Yes, I saw two planes hit a building in New York, but at the time I had no idea why. Amy, my sorority sister, didn't offer any answers. I didn't think twice about going to class. We parted ways and I went across the street, still feeling a little shaken, but still not able to comprehend what I had seen. I didn't call my parents or Justin. I was that confused.

I went to my class to find that most of my peers seemed completely normal. They had yet to hear or see what had happened. My professor came in and announced that an act of terrorism had been committed against the United States. Just like that, the floor fell out beneath me.

I don't remember much about that class. I don't remember if it was cut short or if we talked about what was on the syllabus for the day. I remember that when I returned to my room I called my family and Justin.

I'll never forget where I was ten years ago today.

The power of the gaucho

I was amazed at myself when I realized that I woke up at 4:50 am this morning. It was completely accidental and was the direct result of a power outage and my own inability to understand the complex way in which I have set my clock to a certain wrong time so that I will wake up early. Anyway, I woke up early. The world was mine to conquer and all was well.

Except... I still ended up arriving to work two minutes late, and approximately two hours into my work day, I discovered I was wearing the wrong pants.

This morning I thought I was putting on regular length black pants, trouser socks and dress shoes. I noticed that my pants seemed short but I decided it was obviously static cling with my trouser socks. Then I went to the bathroom and clearly I was wearing gauchos. With trouser socks. And dress shoes. At least it's raining outside.

I tried to shimmy my breeches down a bit, converting them into low rise and slightly less gauchy, but this was ineffective as I have no butt to hold up said pants. Now I feel the need to announce my fashion faux pas to anyone who cares to listen. I like to be the one to beat you to the punch line.