Pennsylvania Station, Baltimore

Another of my favorite architectural styles is the Beaux-arts neoclassicism that was so popular for public buildings at the turn of the 20th century. I was very pleased to find myself next to Baltimore's Penn Station on my return bike trip from Druid Hill to the Inner Harbor.





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I've been doing all the budgeting things like a grown-up! I think that makes it ok that I ate the rest of my mint-chocolate Break-and-eat chocolate ball thingy. (Do you know what I'm talking about? You smack the ball-o-chocolate on the table and it breaks into pieces which you then eat individually?)

I'm also enjoying my several nice new-to-me shirts. A few from thrift stores, one from Woot that my dear lisagems pointed me to and told me I needed. (She was right.) I also have a new pair of black jeans from a thrift store that I really like the fabric and patterning of (what can I say; I really like whiskered jeans), but not the cut. Ah well. I did *not* buy a pair of matchstick-fit Levi's in nice gray denim, nearly unworn, in exactly my size, because there was nowhere to try them on and I wasn't sure if I'd like that cut. "Find somewhere to sneak 'em on," advised a store clerk when I bemoaned my inability to tell how they'd fit me. But I let discretion be the better part of valor.

Lisa and I visited a Dollar General near her that was going out of business. Everything was 30 to 50% off. I bought some tuna. I've never purchased and eaten tuna before, and I had some on a slice of pumpernickel with Sriracha. It was pretty decent, and super-high protein! I may buy more here and there. I bought a bunch of other stuff as well, including a black maxi-skirt. When I got to the checkout, I found a Budweiser baseball cap in my basket. I set it aside, remarking to Lisa that someone must have tossed it in there for some reason. As the cashier rang me up she got to the skirt and asked whether it was mine. I responded in the affirmative.

"None of *my* business," she smiled, "I just asked 'cause somebody stuck that hat in there!"

Amusingly enough, when I gave it some thought later on, I think I'd feel better being seen in public with a skirt on than with a Budweiser baseball cap....

Lisa had also had a brief conversation with the clerk about her "Dick Chainy" necklace; an articulated set of metal pieces that not only looks like male anatomy, but changes from a drooping state to a, well, less drooping state. (It's one of these: http://mystictrader.com/dick-chainey-pendant-j-dcp.html) The cashier commented on the necklace, and Lisa demonstrated it for her.

"Now there," I later remarked, "is a conversation that I, as a bio-male, could never have. In fact, I couldn't even wear that necklace."

"Only if you were absolutely flamingly gay," she agreed.

I'm not sure why all that came to mind and I decided to write it up. I guess I'm just tired. Timothy and I just spent a little while playing Twisted Metal III on my old Playstation, but he's gone to bed and I think I'll get to sleep myself here. One more day of working at the archives, then it's off to Evanston and Chicago! There'll be a day spent visiting the Chicago History Museum and playing boardgames with my love danaeris and friends, another day visiting Lisa, and other fun things, I'm sure.

G'night world.