Those Shoes Just Don't Seem Appropriate for This Situation

It is perhaps a testament to my extreme laziness that I am getting around to writing about my weekend now, although I could easily have done so during the many hours that I spent sat around over the weekend. However, that would have interfered with my precious TV time.

1. We went to the Arcade Fire show on Friday. Like many things that I get ridiculously psyched for and then have to wait a long time to happen, I no longer cared about the show by the time it actually arrived. Thankfully, Arcade Fire broke through my ennui. They are fucking awesome live. There are about 28 people in the band (Lord Kissington has helpfully told me that he counted 10) and some of them play multiple instruments. Totes impressive. It even made me like the second album more.

2. Lord Kissington’s niece made her First Communion on Saturday, which put us in a church for the first time in ages. It seemed to go on forever. At one point during the sermon, his 6-year-old nephew said rather loudly, “Why is the priest talking about cars?” Everyone shushed him, but I was thinking the exact same thing. It was some sort of extended metaphor about learning to drive and taking Communion or something like that. I kind of zoned out somewhere in the middle.

I spent most of the Mass checking out what people were wearing. I know that standards of what is appropriate for Church have really dropped over the years, but since when are shorts (even the dreaded formal shorts) acceptable for this sort of event? The worst transgression was a woman wearing stripper shoes (and she appeared to be a grandmother to one of the little darlings). Yes, 5-inch, platform, completely see-through shoes (lucite heels, clear vinyl straps, etc.) that looked something like this. These shoes seem wildly inappropriate for an event that is happening in a house of worship and at 10 in the morning (I can’t help but think of these as evening shoes). Her shoes make baby Jebus cry.

3. Can anyone recommend a strapless bra that actually works (i.e., one that doesn’t compress my boobs, push them too far up toward my neck, or slide down)? I’m wearing one right now, and I had forgotten how much I hate them until I started having to readjust (an attractive and tres appropriate office activity, of course) it every five minutes.