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Stolen from alicia_stardust:

Look at the following list and:
1) Bold what is true about you.
2) Italicize what you wish was true about you.
3) Add one true thing about you to the end of the list.

( cut for length, holy moly! )

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Yesterday dragon_mintz and I went to my company's picnic at the zoo. What frustrates me is they had a place to check off for a vegetarian meal, but apparently they didn't bother to make enough of them--there were Gardenburgers, but they were gone long before we got there, and we didn't get there that late! Oh well, they aren't vegan anyway. I ate exactly what I thought I'd be eating--potato chips, lemonade, and a popsicle.

She'd never been to the Oregon zoo before, but it was only open until four so we had to pick and choose where we went. We spent some time looking at owls, and penguins (stinky!!). They have the butterfly exhibit open for a little while longer, and we went in there and ooh'ed and aah'ed. We visited the Lorikeets and I bought some apple juice, and ended up at one point with four or five birds on me, including one just hanging out on my right shoulder. Of course, I have all these birds on me, and dragon_mintz gets pooped on. Poor thing.

Got some nifty jewelry at the gift shop and then left.

We tried to dye my hair with Lush's henna stuff. Talk about a stinky mess! Smelled like some combo of Tiger Balm (the clove oil) and marijuana and burnt coffee. Was really gloopy and a great deal like mud. We put newspapers everywhere and towels and there was still dye where it didn't belong. And then, rinsing it out was like trying to wash a pound of mud out of my hair, and it was greasy. There was stuff all over the tub, and it took sudsing my hair a good three times to get it all out. By the time I was done I'd drained the hot water heater.

My hair is a little darker, and very soft and shiny, but unfortunately not actually black. Grr. Now we know a little more of what to do next time, though.

Went to an astrology party. We all printed out our birth charts and consulted various books and picked random interpretive stuff to write down. Then the hostess (Michelle) read them off one by one while we tried to guess who was who. I tried to write down a combo of fairly obvious and totally wrong, and people still guessed mine. Grr.

Before actually reading them off we did the game where everyone goes around and tells two truths and a lie about myself. Thankfully I was near the end and had time to think of a few good ones.

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So, I wasn't able to find a cheap enough wig, but my mom has a good curling iron. So I'll have to curl my hair for that hobbit effect. I don't know how I'm going to get the ears on though, hopefully my mom will get back before I have to leave.

I realize while walking from the max that this is going to get interesting. I don't have a ride to the Schnitzer, so there I'll be, with furry feet and pointy ears and curled hair and the whole getup, walking to and riding the max downtown. *cringe*

Yes, I'm bringing my camera. Partially to take pictures of my outfit and medievallass's, and partially to take pictures of all the other geeks that show up.

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If the local symphony ever performs the soundtrack to your favorite movie, sell your firstborn to go.

Holy crap, that was cool.

Getting ready was a pain in the ass. I can't remember the last time I actually used a curling iron and hair spray, and I felt like I needed at least a few more hands than I had. I got my hair curled and tied it back parts of it with ribbons and put on my ear points (I had no experience with liquid latex, but I did manage to get the ears on), and pulled a bit of my hair loose on each side to cover up where the points met my actual ear. I already had on my garb--long chemise, underskirt so everything would poof more, green skirt, pink bodice. Then my blue scarf tied around my shoulders.

The next time I need to have hobbit feet, I'm just attaching the fake fur directly to my feet and wearing flip-flops.

Walking to the max was no big whoop. Riding the max was fine until a handful of teenage boys got on at the zoo stop. They were drunk. They enjoyed announcing this. Also, calling each other nasty names and swearing quite a bit, all very loudly. One sat across from me, and the reek of cheap beer was awful. I got off the max at PGE park and called the cops. Drunk people who mind their own business I usually ignore. Drunk teenagers making asses of themselves are a different story. Random side note, it's hard to use a cell phone while wearing pointy ears, and I felt a bit silly using a cell phone in my getup.

Met up with medievallass outside the Schnitz, and we people-watched a bit before finding our seats. We simultaneously spotted a guy a few rows in front of us in a perfect Gandalf the White costume, including staff, and yelled, "Gandalf!" He turned and waved at us and we waved back.

At first it seemed that less people had dressed in costume than we had expected. During intermission and afterwards we saw tons more--most of them were in the cheap seats (we were all the to the right in row W, a bit beneath the balcony, and we still paid $50 each). We still had two of the most elaborate costumes there, holy crap. Most of the people who had dressed up were teenagers or so. I felt quite hobbity until I saw a few 8-year-old boys walk by in fellowship capes, and then I felt gargantuan!

My only real peeve? There were lots of people there, who don't normally attend symphony performances, and hoooboy could you tell. Lots more kids, that's for sure. Lots more whispering (lots), and wiggling in seats, and coughing and sneezing. A girl's cell phone rang in the row in front of us, and someone a few rows back dropped something loud and metallic. Grrr!! Thankfully even the quiet stuff was pretty loud, so it wasn't as irritating as that kind of thing is during actual symphonies.

Okay, so the symphony itself? Kicked ass. Especially when you'd know exactly what was happening during that music--when I knew Merry and Pippin had popped up, I poked medievallass, who had quite the grin herself. The Khazud-Dum music (with the men in the symphonic choir doing that "hoo! ha! hu!" thing) freaking rocked. When the Rohan theme started up I poked her again--she was dressed as a Rohirrim. It was just awesome. I haven't sat down to watch the movies, or listened to the soundtracks, in a good long while; so stuff wasn't over-familiar or anything. I could tell when the sound varied a little from the recorded version, and it didn't bother me. It was just a cool reminder that I was seeing it live!

I took some pictures--me in the bathroom mirror after I curled my hair and put the ears on, and a few of me and medievallass in front of the Schnitz. At some point they'll go online.