Okay so Katie and I got back from the Fringe. It is only 11:30 on a Friday night and we are both at home in our pajamas. I guess that makes us lame-asses, eh? Oh well. We didn't actually see any Fringe plays because of our poverty stricken lives. We did however manage to find the money to purchase wrap pants and fedoras. The oddest thing happened at the booth were Katie bought her wrap pants. The man running the booth was totally indescribable. He was just so, I dunno, mellow. A stereotypical picture of a guy who should be selling comfy earthy clothes and prayer scarfs. Katie asked the vendor how much his pants were, he answered and then asked, "Are you ladies gonna be here for a while? I just need to leave for a sec." We were taken aback and mumbled yeah. He then proceeded to show us how to put on the wrap pants just in case anyone asked. Then he left to go buy water because he was thirsty. "What are we suppose to do?" I asked. "I dunno. Look at pants and pretend like we belong here." Katie answered. I think it was some sort of test. I bet that guy was actually Jesus and he was just seeing if humanity is still worth bothering for. Katie and I passed, we stood in his pant hut and kept an eye on his store. She tried on some pants and ending up buying them. I am jealous of her comfy wrap pants. I think I am gonna go back and buy the silky black ones. So anyway, you can thank Katie and I for saving humanity because we watched Jesus's store and impressed him with our honesty. He must of read our auras or something and decided we were trustworthy. It was definately flattering to have a complete stranger trust you with his wares and box o' money.

Oh, and my fedora kicks major ass, except it makes my head sweaty. Gross.