It was my birthday this past Friday, and I went out and had a great time with several of my friends. On Saturday, as I did last year, I went out and had a makeover done at the Makeup Center on 55th Street. They did a nice job, and so I changed into my new jeans, emerald top, and crocheted shrug and headed out with folkmusicienne E. to have lunch before we got our nails done.
The French place we ate at set the tone for the afternoon: sweaty. We were downstairs and the heat was pretty bad. It didn't help that we shared a bowl of onion soup.
We walked over to Bloomie Nails next door, and had a very nice time getting pampered--they even did my fingernails while I was sitting in the pedicure chair, very princessy. This was the second time I had gotten my nails done en femme, and it was really nice. (One of the people at Bloomie Nails even recognized me.)
After we were done, I still had some time to kill before I met one of our fellow MHBers for drinks, so E. and I walked up to Broadway and 62nd Street. I had decided I wanted to see "Transamerica" (review to come), and we had enough time to hoof it. Not enough sense on my part to change shoes, though.
I had brought two pairs of shoes with me: emerald high-heeled Orsay pumps, and patent black sandals with a low heel. But because of the rainy mist on Saturday, both E. and my makeup artist convinced me not to wear the pumps (probably for the best, the heels are high enough that I can probably only go about 150 feet in them.) After the pedicure, I didn't want to ruin my nails, so I put on the sandals, instead of wearing my boy sneakers again. This was a mistake, as my feet were completely chewed up by the walk.
It also didn't help that I didn't realize which theater I had to go to. The theater I thought was the right one (Lincoln Cinemas on 62nd and Broadway) wasn't showing it, so we walked up to 67th and Broadway, the big Sony multiplex. There E. left me--she was on her way to meet some friends. I went to a ticket machine, only to find the movie wasn't playing there, either. (Meantime, I was a lone trannie amidst a huge crowd of date-going New Yorkers.) I pulled out my cell, called Moviephone, and got the address of the theater again. So out I went, into the rain and wind, feet shrieking in agony. Finally I saw that the theater I was looking for was across Broadway from my original destination. I arrived late but the movie hadn't started yet.
I mostly enjoyed the film, but the theater was hot as hell, so by now between the rain and sweat, I'm not sure how much makeup I still had on. I hustled home, changed into my evening dress, and had a good time hanging out at a bar in the W hotel and the Swan.
So all in all I had a good time. Somewhat to my surprise, I found that I really liked wearing jeans--I need to get some more pairs.