i did one of those subtle neck stretches and took a quick glimpse. oh my god, eliza is wearing red pants! red corduroy to be exact! i wrote "nice pants" on a piece of scotch tape and passed it to her. after the meeting she told me how she acquired these pants, how they originally belonged to her, but she gave them to a friend, but when she visited said friend, she needed to borrow a pair of pants, and ended up borrowing these pants right back. i wasn't even paying attention to the rest of her story. "you had red pants and you just gave them away?" i exclaimed in disbelief. now eliza joins the very chic office red pants club, the founding members being carrie and myself, with probably a nod to rebecca who did wear these red capri pants during the summer (although she claims they're not really red, more magenta). i asked eliza if she felt empowered by the red pants or felt self-conscious. she said she felt empowered. funny, i usually feel self-conscious (i lack red pants confidence)! she suggested we could coordinate a day where we'd all wear our red pants to work, in a showcase of solidarity. this day has to be soon because she has to return those red pants back to her friend. speaking of coordinating outfits, alex and i wore almost the exact same thing today, khaki pants with a black top (he had a black longsleeved, i had a black t-shirt). i told him that we should coordinate next time because i have a pair of glasses that's almost like his that i could wear.
before i went back upstairs, the topic of how insensitive i am to women's weight issue resurfaced again. amanda told everyone how i called her chubby one time and carrie corroborated with a confession of her own, that i once called her hardy. there was a gasp from the female audience over my supposed dastardly deeds. it is true, i will not deny that i have said those things to the ladies in my office, but in my defense, i will say that my words have been taken out of context! but it seems like no matter how much i try to explain myself, everything i said just somehow made it worse, every sentence i uttered could somehow be misinterpreted as a subtle jab on the somebody's weight. the final act of my disgraceful exit was when i called eliza "a wall" in the context that last night it was hard to pass the popcorn to the people on the opposite side of her. "tony, did you just call me a wall?" oh no! paula then informed me that if i ever called her fat, she'd kill me. thank god it's friday.
i felt the aftermath of giving the royal tenenbaums a lukewarm review. i had to explain myself a few times today over why i thought the movie i saw last night was not as good as some people might've thought. listening to fans of the movie explain the story to me (one of my comments was i said it didn't really have a story), i really think maybe i saw a different movie, they were definitely on a different wavelength than me. eliza commented that maybe my family is just too normal, that's why i couldn't relate. curse my normal family! curse them, cause now i can't enjoy movies because i had a normal upbringing!
after dinner i had some kumquats. haven't had those in a long time. kumquats are the weirdest fruits ever. what other fruit do you know where you just eat the peel? i had some fruit yesterday as well (i try to work in some fruit into my diet, it's hard, being that i am primarily a meat eater), three plums that i bought for $1 from the harvard square fruit vendor. they were really sour though, i saw stars when i ate them.