two ordeals

We went to see the Martian on Friday. First showing on opening day is how we like to do it. No crowds, great seats.

You might remember that I read the book and reviewed it in last spring's list. Back when I was still reading. Which hasn't improved that much since so far this quarter I've only read one book. Granted that book was 839 (numbered) pages. But it's also misleading as there were a fair number of pages with just a few words on them and large type faces and double spacing and, well, you'll read all about it later.

So, back to The Martian, a great book, which I recommend everyone reading, and a great movie. The movie was long, 2 hours and 21 minutes, and even so they left out so much and the result of that is that I didn't feel like they adequately portrayed how clever the main character was or really what an ordeal he went through. They basically cut out the whole trip from the Ares 3 site to the Ares 4 site among other things and changed the ending a bit. But all that aside, Matt Damon did a great job and the visuals of Mars and in space are fantastic.

Go see it.

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We're invited to a black tie wedding next weekend. I finally got around to heading into (small town but much bigger than Wharton) Rosenberg to the nearest shopping mecca because I needed a dress to wear. Well, that was a fucking ordeal...trying to buy a fancy dress in small town USA. 'Oh, you have to go to the mall for that' says one unhelpful clerk. Yeah, right. I avoided malls even when I lived in the city.

I did find a dress I like well enough at the ONE store that had any kind of fancy dresses (which as it turned out was the first store out of 5 that I went to and I bought as a fall back in case I couldn't find anything else and involved an altercation with the cashier because she didn't know what the fuck she was doing and when I tried to apologize for the misunderstanding on her part!, she walked off while I was speaking to her), shorter than I would have liked (just below my knees), but the alternative was going into the city.

I don't know if you can see the low scoopy drapiness of the front.

Then I decided, while I was at a different store, that I probably needed a bra or else be very careful not to lean over. I haven't worn a bra for 46 years, that's how small my boobs are (and calling them boobs is a bit of a stretch). I tried on one of those push up bras. Nothing happened. Alrighty then, no cleavage for you. Plus, I could not find a single bra size 36A in the store, had to settle for 34A. I'm sure watching me try on about 8 different bras was highly entertaining. It's a good thing no one else was in the changing rooms because I was being pretty vocal. So now I'm looking for one of those extensions my sister tells me they sell. Either that or some grosgrain ribbon and some eyes for the hooks. Oh well. I'll only have to wear it once.

Now I have the impossible before me...trying to find a pair of women's dress shoes with no heel, cause this girl does not wear high heels.