Surprise is something of an understatement.

After going to a pub quiz, returning home and retiring to bed I was woken by the phone at midnight and had this conversation:

"Miss Fay?"

"....yes?"

"No school tomorrow."

"....?"

"No school tomorrow, because of revolution."

"WHAT?"

"Revolution, so no school. Don't go in to school. Stay home."

"REVOLUTION? WHAT?"

"....maybe I have wrong word? R. E. V. O. L. U. T. I. O. N."

"...Revolution?"

"Yes. State of military emergency. Stay home."

".....okay?!?"

But it wasn't particularly dramatic in my bit of town, so that was good. 'Course, now we've got random bombs going off right left and centre at New Year, which makes it all a bit like being in London again, back in the day.

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subscribing as I do to the "Look! Boobies!" philosophy of cleavage

Oooh, I get their newsletter!

I used to have a Calvin Klein bra (and panties, in a set) that fit like a dream and looked amazing. Now they don't seem to carry a damn thing in my size. I shall shun their panties until they make a bra in a size that will fit me. Viva la cleava(ge)!

edit: Upon Google, it seems that at least a couple of their bras are carried in my size. But I am a try before I buy girl so we'll wait til I find something instore.

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Mind you, I've always been pro their undies

I'd doubt your nationality, if you weren't. You might be that misanthrope Dark!Fay.

...Or why not try Thailand?

Um... big old dollops of heat & humidity? I fare very poorly in high heat & humidity. You would not want me around.

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I fare very poorly in high heat & humidity. You would not want me around.

like you are ever not adorable.

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Brits seem to wilt in the heat. I think they need starch.

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Funny, being a breast man and all, reading about all this bra stuff isn't nearly as exciting as seeing them. Who knew. Go figure ;-) (not saying stop, it's very interesting, but not the same effect as seeing... am I making sense. eh. Cut me some slack, I just finished watching Steve Jobs show off the shiny. 2 hours of cool, but now sleepy).

Pete, why did I think you worked for Microsoft? With you pimping the new iPhone, I have my doubts.

MiracleMan... it arrived today! Serenity RPG book is in my hands! WOOT!

Daniel, much $~ma to ya. Collectors suck! I keep hoping they'll repo my degree's so I can stop paying the student loans. Fuckers never do that, but they'll take the shiny car in a heartbeat.

(Edited out a funny that might not have been a funny, so as to not offend a friend)

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reading about all this bra stuff isn't nearly as exciting as seeing them. Who knew. Go figure ;-) (not saying stop, it's very interesting, but not the same effect as seeing... am I making sense. eh.

They aren't all titillation... Sadly. I thought of this as I was posting and had a moment of *gasp* followed by the realization that, no, not much different than shopping for a pair of pants. We all hope the end result is visually pleasing after the comfort and functional factors, but it's just body bits when you are dressing it.

Are you in SF for the show? Or watching on the interwebs?

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watching at home on the web. Worked all day. Wished I could take off for MacWorld Expo. :: sigh ::

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I just found out there's a Starbucks in Chiang Mai. I can die happy now. I mean, I knew they were in Bangkok, but Chiang Mai? It used to be this dumpy little village.

(I'm trying to resist starting a Starbucks Location Cup collection)

My favoritist bra and undies came from Marks and Spencer, but in KL. I just assumed that M&S had a different mechandising concept overseas than back home in England, but I guess they'd gone through a shift in their target demographic.

Their ads here this year were awful, though - women so thin you could distinctly see both radius and ulna in their arms.

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Timelies.

I know nothing about M&S, having only been in England for more than a few hours once in my life.

However, I was there for a few hours on the way back from Italy. Our "go home" itinerary was: Taxi in Rome from hotel to train station. Train from Rome to Florence. Different train from Florence to Pisa. Different train from Pisa to Pisa airport. Plane to Gatwick. Bus to Heathrow. Plane to NY. Car home.

Please note, this was with four people (one of whom has heart problems and can't do any lifting) and six suitcases.

My mom's copy of Hadassah Magazine has a full-page ad for a travel agency on the back cover. They're advertising all sorts of tours, to all different places. I've been kind of idly looking at this ad, and now I want to go to Turkey. And Morocco. And Egypt. And everywhere else they're advertising, really.

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