From rats to riches... or the appearance of it

If you've seen my facebook page lately, you might have caught my cries of disgust against a furry little pointy-nosed creature prowling around the basement of the house I'm renting a room in. A basement room!!!! To be fair, it's probably a mouse, rather than a rat. I guess there should be a difference, since I saw a real rat scurrying around the subway rails not too long ago, but you'd never know it by the way I've been screaming and crying like the crying little sissy girl that I am. The rat in the subway was huge... the size of a small cat... much bigger than the albino lab rats I used to work with (which I fortunately never had to touch, thanks to my great lab team).

Anyways, my real contention with them pesky rodents is that they're trying to get at my food! For two nights now, I've been hearing them trying to gnaw through the two plastic bags I've hidden my bread in... *shudder*. So far, I've been trying to get them to vamoose back into their little mouse holes by throwing stuff towards their direction and commanding them with a very firm and ominous sounding voice to hightail it out of there if they knew what was good for them (empty threats nonetheless, but the mouse didn't know that).

Anyways, enough of that! Let's talk about the rest of the day.

At work, there was a press meeting, so I got to wear a Bill Blass dress. It's reminiscent of the 40's creamy colored dress. Very posh. Probably cost more than a semester at college. Haha. And lo and behold, I really did look rich! For a while at least... until my hair got mussed and I wrinkled up my dress from sitting.

There was a fashion show for the press, which was pretty cool to watch. Later on, there was a fashion shoot in the same showroom. Watching the models do their stuff was interesting. Watching what goes on in the background is even more so. The hair and makeup people standing by to do touch-ups and last minute changes... the designers moving this, tucking in that... and the next model waiting in the sidelines doing a little dance and swaying her barely there booty to Madonna got into her groove in the background.

Meanwhile, it was blazin' hot outside. Very much like Texas heat, reaching up to a hundred (or almost). A storm was brewing and building up a good mad for later that night when the sky crackled and thundered. I was walking home from the bus when the sky decided to start showing its wrath. I swear I thought it was going to try to give a bit of tornado since the wind was spiraling and throwing all the leaves, dust and muck around so hard that I had to shield my eyes with my arms. I was a sorry sight, trying to fight that wind just so I could get to my front door.

Then I went home and pigged out on Doritos and cinnamon rolls. Overall... a very interesting night and day.