today was an odd day. i think i vaguely remember reading something once about how when you're stressed your personality changes. which explains why i'm basically the grumpiest person alive. and how basically everything that happened today should be viewed through that lens.

the first thing that happened was i put on my tracksuit. good.

i walked into work but walked slow. like a snail. bad. but then walking slow meant i got to watch the sun rise over the harbour as cargo ships were sailing. or whatever cargo ships do. good.

i decided to treat myself after the long long walk with scrambled eggs at liquidate. good. the scrambled eggs took freakin' ages. bad. but that meant that the ex internet dater had time to join me for coffee. very good. and while i was waiting both for her and the eggs something awesome happened. the guy sitting next to me got asked out on a date because he looked like a nice man. first he was asked if he was single. yes. then he was asked if he was interested in meeting a nice woman. he kind of nodded. and then if he would meet the woman's mother at twelve thirty for lunch. and he said yes. awesome. i fell in love with the man and the woman (who was asking on behalf of her mother) at once because hello, talk about movie made for jennifer lopez and richard gere. a shall we dance two, if you will.

anyway i couldn't go to liquidate at lunchtime and spy on the date. bad. because i was in budget lockup. very bad. it wasn't bad per se. but i had a lot of work to do today and being locked in a room for three hours or whatever lost its novelty around hour two. two water options though, still (okay) and sparkling (great).

then i went back to work and people kept asking me about the budget. bad. and i couldn't remember a thing that i learned over the three hour period. bad. except what i ate, which i could remember in minute detail. and then some reporter from stuff wrote a semi amusing article on being in lockup and it irked me. bad. cos i'm grumpy. bad. but i can't figure out why else it would make me grumpy.

then i worked and arranged a whip round for a colleague who is graduating and celebrating her birthday. all in one day. today. anyway that is filled with politics. because that is just the way things are right now. and i'm sure i did it all wrong. but guess what. best bouquet ever. good.

this was followed by will he wont he indecisiveness on the part of another colleague who couldn't decide whether to go to the graduation party. bad. and did i care? no. did i have to hear all about it. yes. bad. but anyway i go to the party thinking it will be some drinks and chips in town and guess what. a catered party with wait staff and the expectation of speeches. as in people expected speeches from me. so when i did speak and attribute her success to my letter of recommendation there was silence. bad. people don't get humour. bad. i should have gone to the comedy show with d3vo. except that the catering was really really good. and the wait staff really really responsive. and the night really really not about me. bad.

after what seemed like hours of going over nuances of other people's behaviour, which you know i love, someone somehow convinced me that it would be okay to change into my tracksuit (not much convincing required). then after moments, i was convinced that if i bat my eyelids i could get into boogie wonderland in my tracksuit. seemed like a challenge. bad. that i was up to. good. so i got in and danced and requested celebration.

and then hrc and her posse turned up. and i left. and came home to watch buffy. but now i'm too tired. i hope i wake up on the right side of the bed tomorrow and am less grumpy. grumpy bad. but i like the way the tracksuit features throughout the day. even though it is ready for a wash, i'd be supportive of it playing a similar part in tomorrow's activities.

i hope you all don't think i spent my entire weekend watching high school musical and sisterhood of the travelling pants. because actually i have a full life.

like on saturday before hsm on dvd i went out to dinner with the ex internet dater and her boyf and we talked about how awesome tracksuits are.

so naturally the next day i walk into town in my hot green and white sneakers and look for a matching tracksuit.

after minutes of searching i find this beauty (here i am pxting myself and looking very uncoordinated but you get the idea, also fyi my phone still isn't sending pxts to anyone and so this whole taking a pxt to ask for second and third opinions did not work because the messages kept failing). thanks canterbury of new zealand.
there are lots of reasons i need a tracksuit.

one: my old tracksuit pants are over three years old, are too long, too big and have sparkles. basically they are a product of their time. and if i recall it was near impossible (at the time i bought these trackies) to find a pair without hot stuff written on the behind.

two: i had nothing to wear to the gym. and that was stopping me from actually going.

three: i had nothing to wear that was both comfortable and tidy looking that i could wear to walk into work in. and that was stopping me from actually walking.

four: sunday afternoons are made for tracksuits. and since i didn't have a tracksuit i wasn't fully enjoying sunday afternoons.

five: i want to look like i'm in the sopranos wherever possible. a tracksuit helps with this.

AND

six: my shoes were running out of things to match perfectly with.

so anyway now i'm looking for as many opportunities as possible to show off my tracksuit. today i got next to know work done. because my numerous meetings were along the following lines...

also i wore my tracksuit in to work today and put off changing into my work dress and cardigan ensemble until the last possible moment. and then for walking home again i put my tracksuit back on at the first opportunity. meaning i was in my work clothes for about fifteen minutes over the lunchbreak. more or less.

when i was walking along the waterfront, i even started to think about how my tracksuit deserves a poem. or an ode to it. blue white and green, you look mean. i can tell the runners are jealous, and wish me malice. they'll try and stock me. oh tracksuit how you rock me. it is windy and you keep me sort of warm. and the boys are starting to swarm. like bees to their queen. cos tracksuit you look mean. or something like that. it was cold. and i was hungry. i forget now exactly how it goes.

incidentally i used google to see if there are other odes to tracksuits and can you believe references to tracksuits appear to be derogatory. confirming my belief that poets need to get off their high horses. because guess what? tracksuits are awesome. thank the lord i now have one.