In which I buy a new shirt

Vendor: I’ll tell you why I am giving you such a good price [on this blouse].

Miranda: It’s because I’m pretty, I know.

Vendor: No, it’s because you’re…. wait a second….. jeh……

Until tonight, I’ve always sucked at bargaining. I just don’t *like* doing it. I never have. Jenn kept *yelling* at me in Germany because of it. Then, tonight, I talked this guy into selling me a French Connection (which *clearly* matters to me…… wait, no) wrap blouse for 250 (rupees people) instead of the 800 he originally asked for. Of course, it helped (and was also hilarious) to also have a family who would erupt in a chorus of groans at how *ridiculous* the original asking price for everything was. I’m excited to buy new clothes. In magic-backwards-land…… I mean India, I can afford *nice* clothes instead of the bargain-rack-thrift-store stuff I usually look for.

Finally, after *weeks* of doing nothing but build props day and night (and spending every day for the past week rehearsing these bastard kids), I took a night off. Did a little shopping in Janpath (right as everything was closing, clearly). Did *not* find the two things that I *need* to pick up (nose jewelry and Dunhills). Had a delicious South Indian style bite to eat. Came home to find that my cat has learned to open the door herself and had been roaming around outside (very much in heat) for an indefinite period of time potentially whoring herself out to the strays that have been hanging around. Which doesn’t bother me. I *finally* had a night where I don’t have to worry about these damn plays.

Of course, tomorrow is an all-day rehearsal and then their performances. They’re just performing for their parents since, as of this afternoon, their plays were so horrendous that it has been decided *not* to invite the public. Granted, the play *I* wrote (which is wildly less complicated than the other one) is coming along nicely…… sort of. Comparitively for sure. All plays and no play…… all *work* and no play has been making me edgy and bringing out the House of Pain instincts in me (minus the rye). Not good when you’re around kids for half your day. Especially not good when you’re spending their rehearsals trying to keep the kids backstage quiet. Hahahahaha…… fuck.

Either way, I can kick back tonight, finish knitting those gloves, and watch Labyrinth. Bitching.