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Fair Blown Off, Mall with Monica...
Jun. 24th, 2005 11:59 pmFriday morning sucked ass.
For one thing, while Thursday evening was very pleasant, it was an ill-advised trip, considering that I had to meet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mon_of_the_dead the next day, and also had a good eight hours worth of work to do. I got up early but the work, various interviews for some kind of motivational tape, just kicked my ass. I couldn't seem to get into the "zone," or, as more accurately describes it, I had a "drunk day." For no reason at all, I was typing like I was drunk. I'd fuck up about every four words, and then fuck up deleting them. I couldn't seem to get into any rhythm at all. My keyboard felt unbalanced.
Getting through all the projects made me late, as did getting my room clean in case the landlord comes, and so on. I got to Monica's late-ass-late, and what with traffic issues, we decided to give up on our plans to go to the San Diego County Fair. Instead, we wandered over to the mall, which was probably slightly more productive.
We had dinner at Pat and Oscar's, which is frankly a damn fine restaurant, with the best breadsticks I have ever had. I used to have easy access to one in Phoenix, but currently the closest one to me is down in Monica's neck of the woods. My salad, chicken, ribs and breadsticks were all amazingly tasty, and probably far better food than I would have had at the fair.
Although there is something to be said for very greasy, quickly-cooked food that can only be found at carnivals. Its rarity makes it precious.
Anyway, we wandered into the mall, and wandered around many, many stores without purchasing anything. I depressed myself in Claire's (a very cheap accessory store) by staring at all the Italian charm bracelets and realizing that several of mine were about ten percent of what I had bought them for three years ago. We also wandered into Spencer's (it's sort of a gag-gift accessory shop, with random things like plasma balls and Homer Simpson slippers), only to be amazed by the collection of rather explicit sex toys in the back. They even had a "Jack Rabbit" (that link is NOT work safe) complete with a "As Seen On TV!" sticker on it. Where on TV where they showing off the Jack Rabbit? And why aren't I transcribing those infomercial interviews?!
We wandered around a bit more, looking at much and buying nothing. On the way out we stopped in a plus-sized store that stocks what I would consider to be "trendy" wear. Monica complained months ago about the bizarre idea that designers seem to have that plus-sized girls dislike sleeves. In reality, we don't. I am in fact very fond of my sleeves. My sleeves keep my arms nice and warm, keep the sun off, and best of all, hide any upper-arm wobbliness. We like sleeves, and find the lack of them perplexing. Was it that, after using all that extra material to fit a plus-sized gal, they didn't have anything left for the sleeves? What the fuck?
But I did make some purchases - some tank tops (which will be worn under shirts with sleeves, thank you very much, and some standard t-shirts, which also had sleeves. Monica walked out with an uber-cute top. If you know her in real life, ask her to show it to you.
Back at her house, we watched an episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000 - it was fun as all get out. I like Mike, too.
I drove home and more or less went straight to sleep. I've been doing that a lot lately, and I'm not sure why. I've been sleeping a good ten hours a night, and yet I still seem to get pooped by the end of the day. Maybe it's the weather. *shrug*
For one thing, while Thursday evening was very pleasant, it was an ill-advised trip, considering that I had to meet
mon_of_the_dead the next day, and also had a good eight hours worth of work to do. I got up early but the work, various interviews for some kind of motivational tape, just kicked my ass. I couldn't seem to get into the "zone," or, as more accurately describes it, I had a "drunk day." For no reason at all, I was typing like I was drunk. I'd fuck up about every four words, and then fuck up deleting them. I couldn't seem to get into any rhythm at all. My keyboard felt unbalanced.Getting through all the projects made me late, as did getting my room clean in case the landlord comes, and so on. I got to Monica's late-ass-late, and what with traffic issues, we decided to give up on our plans to go to the San Diego County Fair. Instead, we wandered over to the mall, which was probably slightly more productive.
We had dinner at Pat and Oscar's, which is frankly a damn fine restaurant, with the best breadsticks I have ever had. I used to have easy access to one in Phoenix, but currently the closest one to me is down in Monica's neck of the woods. My salad, chicken, ribs and breadsticks were all amazingly tasty, and probably far better food than I would have had at the fair.
Although there is something to be said for very greasy, quickly-cooked food that can only be found at carnivals. Its rarity makes it precious.
Anyway, we wandered into the mall, and wandered around many, many stores without purchasing anything. I depressed myself in Claire's (a very cheap accessory store) by staring at all the Italian charm bracelets and realizing that several of mine were about ten percent of what I had bought them for three years ago. We also wandered into Spencer's (it's sort of a gag-gift accessory shop, with random things like plasma balls and Homer Simpson slippers), only to be amazed by the collection of rather explicit sex toys in the back. They even had a "Jack Rabbit" (that link is NOT work safe) complete with a "As Seen On TV!" sticker on it. Where on TV where they showing off the Jack Rabbit? And why aren't I transcribing those infomercial interviews?!
We wandered around a bit more, looking at much and buying nothing. On the way out we stopped in a plus-sized store that stocks what I would consider to be "trendy" wear. Monica complained months ago about the bizarre idea that designers seem to have that plus-sized girls dislike sleeves. In reality, we don't. I am in fact very fond of my sleeves. My sleeves keep my arms nice and warm, keep the sun off, and best of all, hide any upper-arm wobbliness. We like sleeves, and find the lack of them perplexing. Was it that, after using all that extra material to fit a plus-sized gal, they didn't have anything left for the sleeves? What the fuck?
But I did make some purchases - some tank tops (which will be worn under shirts with sleeves, thank you very much, and some standard t-shirts, which also had sleeves. Monica walked out with an uber-cute top. If you know her in real life, ask her to show it to you.
Back at her house, we watched an episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000 - it was fun as all get out. I like Mike, too.
I drove home and more or less went straight to sleep. I've been doing that a lot lately, and I'm not sure why. I've been sleeping a good ten hours a night, and yet I still seem to get pooped by the end of the day. Maybe it's the weather. *shrug*
