Ookings of d00m

The clock claims that it's almost 5am. I think that chocolate cake had caffeine in it.

Regardless, I've finished my first attempt at modifying a modern dress shirt to give it a more Victorian/steampunk edge (by no means historically accurate, but it works better with a cravat). I also finally cleaned up and edged my cravat, and tried it out after pressing it. The neckline looks much nicer when its been pressed first, and the neck is much more comfortable with the modified shirt.

I still can't sew straight, but that'll come with practice. I also picked up a couple more vests and a nice tie today, so I'm getting to the point where I actually have a few neovictorian/steampunk outfits, particularly once I pick up my Gentleman's Emporium order next week.

It may just be time for a photoshoot, if I can get someone to take pictures for me while I run around and change clothes frequently.

I went to visit my riding boots today, too. The stretching didn't add enough room, so they're going to add a slit and a couple of buckles so I can adjust the top five inches or so. This should give me enough room to tuck various pants into them.

Due to the Snowpocalypse, my date for tonight got cancelled, since neither of us had the energy to leave the house again. Hence the sewing.

Tomorrow will be date rain check, and laundry. Of course, if I don't go to sleep soon, it will *be* tomorrow.

There must have been something in that cake...

Tonight, I went to see the Mudmen, hard rocking bagpipe music. The doors were originally scheduled to open at 8, with the show starting at 9. At 8, we were told the doors would open at 10. The band did not play until 12. They played 4 songs. Good, but short. I wanted to buy CDs, but none were for sale, despite the (empty) merch table - I have been trying to restrict my music buying to shows where the band gets a better cut.

The show, sadly, was at the Rebuplik, on Richmond near John.

Phrases uttered (by me) during the course of the night;

"you must be at least this tall to rawk", indicating my nipples - most attendees would therefore not be permitted to rawk.
"I have sperm older than you"
"I have had pubic hair longer than you have been alive"

Some kid tried to pick me up with the line "do you have an accent?"

...

Seriously. I am too old for this shit. I spent a lot of time scowling.

olletho, you and B. dodged a bullet.

When a mosh pit appeared, I, who while overweight does not qualify by most people's definitions of "large", outmassed any three other mosh pit people.

A sad, sad showing. I was the only audience member in a kilt. Shame, Toronto, shame.