Last minute rescheduling & Dress Stress

Good morning!  I know a few of you will be disappointed to hear that my coffee date with Arnold didn't go as planned.  I had to reschedule because my grocery delivery was running really late, and I was stuck at home until they arrived.  (Just for the record, getting your groceries delivered is FANTASTIC.  I highly recommend it.  They're not usually late.)

I called Arnold (still making a conscious effort not to pronounce it Ah-nold) and he was really gracious about rescheduling.  I felt like a major doofus.  Also, Arnold's crazy-strong Hungarian accent went a long way in explaining his name -- it's definitely not a name common to my generation of Canadians.  I thought perhaps it was a family name that he was unlucky enough to be saddled with, like how my poor cousins got stuck with Strachan and Seton.  (I wish I was kidding.)

Anyway, once my boxes of frozen dinners and diet ginger ale were delivered, I was free for the night.  That's when my friend Stacey invited herself over and brought a pile of dresses to try on.  Such fun!  We both have a bunch of Christmas parties to attend this year, and since we're nearly the same size, we thought we could economize our dress buying by sharing. 

I have a collection that goes back years, which means that nothing actually fits anymore, obviously.  Knowing this to be the case, I ordered a few things last week from Macy's online.  They told me the delivery would take between 6 and 18 days.  (18 days? How are they delivering it?  By f*ing covered wagon?)  I'm a bit miffed that they're not likely to arrive by this Thursday.  I'm someone's date to a music industry party.  (Don't get excited... he's practically married.)

Back to dresses.  The ones Stacey brought were too tight on my chest, and the ones I own were deemed inappropriate.  Or to use Stacey's words, "too skanky".  (Love her.)  She's sorted out though, since she has a new one from the Bay that is gorgeous and that I'm likely to steal at some point.  I however, remain dressless.

Give me strength people.  I'm going to have to brave the Eaton Centre on a Saturday.