My plan for last Thursday went about as I wrote. We lounged for hours at the Leaf and Bean, reading and drawing. I got a farmer’s sunburn on my left arm. The owner was surly as ever, which we adore.
After about 4 hours of chilling and plenty of caffeine, we wandered down the strip and stopped at Lotus for delicious snacks. Heather was rather thrilled by the awesomeness that is Lotus, and the Strip in general.
From there we headed down town at a sedate pace. Okay, gimpy pace. Heather tried to convince me it was physical therapy. After a mis-fire or two, we found the walkway under the convention center and watched the river, the alterna-kids showing up for Antrocon, and read some more.
We made it to the downtown Starbucks just before the sky opened up and a storm raged right above the towers around us, thundering so loud that even H jumped and cowered beneath her highly conductive umbrella a time or two.
On Friday, I worked and Joseph Beth was a more exciting place than usual.
–a woman brought with her to the kids department, along with her two children, her cat. He’s a travel kitty like I originally wanted Mercury to be, and though he follows true cat form and refuses to walk on his leash, he’s happy to wear his harness and be carried around. I got to pet him and his owner and I talked about kitties. <3
–I told a girl of the anime nerd genre to keep practicing her art, perhaps start a regular comic to have something to work on regularly, and perhaps get a Deviant Art account, why not? She got an account and added me as a friend that night. This is exciting because someone thought my advice sage and worthy and followed it.
–Chris caught a shoplifter that had been banned from the store a year before.
–Matt spotted another shoplifter who had nabbed a bunch of stuff and run out about a week ago. He came over to the register to let Heather C and I know to call security and keep an eye. Meanwhile, Allison went over to chat with him. He yielded one DVD already stuffed under his shirt and tried to jet. Alison shouted, ‘Call the police!’ and then, ‘Don’t let him out of the store!’ as she tried to box in his escape. As the only other person close to his route of egress, I tried to keep him from heading out the Carson Street doors, but he evaded me. I thought about tackling him, but that seemed like one of those things one could get sued for, so I ran after him. He got away, yelling ‘I didn’t TAKE anything!!!’…which is, of course, beside the point. Just because he didn’t SUCCEED in stealing doesn’t make him innocent.
But the funniest thing about this is that the two people trying to catch him were a pregnant woman and a girl with a broken toe.
Luckily, my toe is healing nicely, and the break was caused by a front impact, not force from above, so bending to run, combined with a dose of adrenaline, kept the unsuccessful chase from causing any pain beyond a small amount of soreness in the aftermath.
My only regret is that I didn’t yell a squeeky ‘SHOPLIFTERRRRRR!!!!’ ala Empire Records:
After I went home, I finally conned H into grudgingly picking up Twilight:
…she went to work with me on Saturday and by the time I finished my shift had finished book 3, cursing my name the whole time, and eagerly awaiting the fourth book:
She is now reading:
…awesome.
After work, she, Briggs and I were supposed to go see Wall-E…but then learned that we were all broke. Oops. So…next week.
Instead, we came home and watched episode 12 of season 4 of Doctor Who.
(FRUSTRATED SCREAM)
Yeah. Bastards.
Then, by unspoken agreement, H and I went our separate literary ways (I think no one told B…he seemed to want attention). I’m currently reading:
It’s a bit silly but fun…about a Ren Faire flautest who, after being left by his tempermental opera diva GF, accidentially awakens a bespelled elven noble who requires the help of his Bardic magic to stop Faire Site from being bulldozed by the evil corperation that is really owned by a very bad elf that wants to destroy the nexus of elvish power that resides in Fairesite. Naturally.
You can understand why I couldn’t reisist this book. 
Today, we have Game.
I’m hoping to head for town a little early and perhaps get a few shots of the fur-covered Anthrocon goers, since we were all too broke and too busy to make it this year. (And for those wondering, NO I have not become a furry…one of my co-gamers suggested that it could be fun to go, since it is the biggest Furry Con in…I think, the world, and the concesus was that, yeah…it could be. Plus, I was going to wear my kitty ears and tail and my giant boots and my black petticoat and…oh never mind. But I had a really cute outfit that isn’t going to get to benefit from me not going)
I should go. I was a bad, bad girl and did not wash off my makeup before bed last night. I was sleepy!
Anyway, clothing and clean face await.
Lates skates.
