Prada and A Christmas Carol

So I made the trek to Indy to see Jill this weekend, and do some Christmas shopping. I was introduced to the fashion mall, and Saks Fifth Avenue. Mmmmm Prada, Chanel, Louie....they were all there, just calling to me. I was a good girl, and didn't buy anything, but I take a serious look at the clearance shoe wrack full of Prada and Jimmy Choos.

That even we went to see "A Christmas Carol" put on by the Indianapolis Reperatory Theater . It was excellent. I wondered how this would be staged, and it was brilliantly done with mimimal scenery, props and effects. (Although I still want to know if those were real candles!) The narrative fit right in with the dialogue, and they basically told the story along with acting it out. I can't really describe it, and I'm sure there is some sort of technical term, but I have no idea what it would be. I just know I enjoyed it immensely. One low part, the person that interviewed me for an office coordinator position was there. I was going to say hi to her, but the look she directed at me changed my mind. She was nice in her emails, but pompous in the interview, and for no good reason. And besides, who with a law degree, and is not practicing as an attorney puts J.D. after their name? Jill's answer... "no one". I rest my case.

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