live from lululemon
Since Leah worked until 2:00 AM last night (!!) she's taking it easy tonight, and only working until... well, she's still working now. Only this time I get to be at the store with her keeping her company! Actually, she's not even working now; we're just waiting for the seamstress to be done working so she can lock the place up. She would be doing some organizing-type work, except there's no three-hole punch to be found, and such an object is absolutely essential to the endeavor at hand. Thrilling, isn't it?
Today is Saint Patrick's Day, it seems, and Santa Monica is sure excited by it all: there were bagpipers out on the Promenade all day, and the green beer was flowing freely in the seventeen British pubs we have within a ten-block radius here, and at Hooters just next door. Even the weather got into the action: no rain, but a very Irish fog-and-low-clouds. And to top it all off, I wore green--purely by accident, though, I assure you. And now we can go home. Woohoo!