Ena - Day 29
Ena: Well, it’s still raining here in Los Angeles. It’s relentless, which is fitting since I am drowning in work. I know, I know, I shouldn’t complain – none of us Angelenos should – but I’m gonna. It’s terrible. I hate it. It makes me want to stay inside under a blanket. It makes me want to wear pajamas and galoshes to work. It makes me whine.
Perhaps worst of all, it makes me realize just how ill-equipped we – and our beautiful city – are for dealing with a little rain. In all seriousness, it’s only been raining for four days (straight!), yet everything seems to be falling apart. Our recently burned hillsides are sliding, our usually underworked gutters are spewing out water, and our streets have been plagued with an epidemic of potholes.
As for me, I have realized just how spoiled – and dry – I usually am. My roof appears to have a leak (who knew?) and I am hoping that I do not return home tonight to find that my ceiling and my floor have become intimately acquainted. My very cheap and very non-leather boots which I had considered great for wet weather also appear to have a leak (again, who knew?) and I have been walking around all day with soggy socks. Also, I realized sometime this weekend that I do not have a raincoat – that is, a coat which is waterproof – and that I have become quite soft since leaving Seattle.
If this rain does not stop soon, I will be forced to get “creative” with my ensembles. I plan to go home this evening and toss my closets looking for chic, stylish clothes which are well suited for work and bad weather. I also plan to find nothing at all matching that description. This is going to get interesting.
Bina - Day 29
Bina: Okay, I like the rain and all, but goodness, this is a lot of rain! The torrential downpour has thwarted our best efforts to take pictures today, so this is what you get – photos of me and Ena toting umbrellas in our matching boots and knee-socks (apparently our fashion cycles have sync’d up) and with slightly frazzled looks on our faces.
Today’s outfit was inspired by my viewing of Black Swan this weekend. (I was originally wearing ballet flats but had to switch to boots to maneuver puddles.) Whoa. I really do feel a doctor’s note should be required prior to seeing that movie. Upon leaving the theatre, I felt deranged and a little nauseous. (I felt even weirder about the fact that I got to my car and there was a pack of tissues from Jesus on my windshield.) Being inside Natalie Portman’s head like that was viscerally upsetting, but of course, I thought it was very good. And though I was nowhere near the caliber of dancer depicted in the movie, it reminded me that I used to love to dance. In 2011, I plan to shake my booty again. I will be trying out aerial dancing as well as Tahitian dance, and maybe some other forms as well. I really think it would help raise my spirits to get my groove on, you know?
Black Swan reminded me about something else I used to possess: Ambition. I don’t know where it went. Hello? It’s around here somewhere….I’ll find it – just as soon as I can look at myself in the mirror again…