midweek miscellany

my earrings are mutinying. i'm wondering if it's a case of 'i'm cold as hell and i'm not going to take it anymore' or what; it remains unclear. what IS clear is that in the last eight hours, i've had two different earrings jump out of my ears of their own accord. the first jumped ship en route home from the juliana hatfield show; i discovered its absence after peeling off my shoes and outer vestments, and with a mighty display of pout convinced the ever-fantastic dom to track down a flashlight and help me look for it (we live two blocks away from the venue where the show was--the request is less ridiculous then it sounds). fortunately, we found it; it was my favorite pair of earrings and i was verily saddened by the thought of its loss.

the second occurred this morning, just as i emerged from the subway--disentangling itself from my ear and hurling itself to its death on the 5th avenue asphalt. it broke, sadly. but i can repair it with a little krazy glue and a lot of patience. my greater concern is whether this is about to become a trend. it's too damn cold for me to grapple with the loss of favored adornments!

in other news...

1. drinks with the boss went well; food also got involved, which is always a bonus. especially if that food is snow crab salad and an assortment of oysters.

2. there has to be that one girl at every concert--you know the one--rail thin, midriff-baring, pointing her hipbones accusingly at the world, behaving like a superstar; unless she's the one on stage, you want to kill her. she was TOTALLY there last night. and we totally should have handed her juliana's guitar because she probably would have put on a more interesting show. (sorry, but true. we left halfway through the set it was so dire).

3. it seems that even with pest control, practice makes perfect: after my experience with mousezilla (you remember, the mouse that wouldn't die?), i was DEE TER MINNED to get rid of our new furry friend asap (oh, didn't i tell you? we discovered a mouse this weekend). and after one false start, we got him! quite a change from the several months i spent hunting the elusive mousezilla before he expired crawling out of my stove. i feel mildly guilty, as he was just a little mouse and not really doing anyone any harm...but i do have issues with having my home invaded by non-rent-paying dwellers who have made no arrangements in advance (we require reservations). particularly when there's an actual houseguest due in a week or so who may or may not have a serious aversion to mice. so anyway. hurrah for traditional snap-traps and peanut butter.

biscuit, don't tell your mom.