This weekend I was IN TOWN. Which is the local term for being out of town, in the Big City. (It’s a Newfoundland thing.) I went to a concert, and a party, and the mall, and BOOK STORES, and wished greatly for more time, but overall it was ver’ shiny. I shall begin at the beginning, and recap. *clears throat*
My whole family had to go in for a party on Sunday, and because it’s a four or five hour drive (depending on how many bathroom breaks we take and how closely we pay attention to the speed limit,) we decided to go in on Saturday, scatter to spend time with friends, and then return in time for work on Monday. Because I’m awesome, I got to go in with the early car. *smug* I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it, but my dad has awesome taste in music. (I’m serious!) I generally leave the car with a list of at least four songs I need to buy for my own, and this time was no different.
Anyhow, after four hours of music and coffee, we got to Town. So we immediately went to the mall. (We’re from a small town, what can I say?) Daddy was meeting people for business, and I was christmas shopping. It was- busy. People filling the concourse, I can take. It’s like moving through an airport, and the crowds have no real connection to me. Crowds in stores, are not so much fun. I was going to try to spend a gift card on some work clothes, so I marched my way into the designated shop. I saw the line for the changing room stretch past the cashes, and marched right back out again. But I fought my way past the messy hordes in Sears, and bought the required gifts! The time in line was long enough to hear all about the latest divorce of the woman behind me, and her starbucks addiction, which information just added to the flavour of the day. It’s not a proper trip to the mall without hearing personal information you wish you hadn’t!
But I hadn’t had enough punishment yet, I still felt the need to shop! I went to American Eagle, grabbed pretty things, saw the prices, put most of the pretty things back… Also, has anyone noticed how many layers the models in that store wear? I mean, I counted six layers in one instance, and she still didn’t look warm. I had time to count, because I was in line for many, many minutes. *draws a veil over the line* It was long enough that once I was released I walked with a sense of urgency to the bookstore. Bookstores just calm the panic, y’know? And there I realized that I’ve been watching quite a few “best of the year” lists of YA books go by, lately, and these books were actually THERE, in FRONT OF ME, for SALE. And I had MONEY. (Not for long…)
I bought books. *cough*
I bought quite a few books. It’s research, right? And I haven’t been in a new bookstore in a year, and any bookstore at all in eight months. So we’ll just pass by the issue of how much money I spent there…
Oh, and then we went to Chapters. ^_^
Daddy had to tell me not to unbuckle before we were fully parked. “It’s not a tactical strike!” I actually skipped into the store, and literally was cooing over the bookshelves at one point. (I love how the staff is so jaded, they don’t even blink when you’re all but making out with your new purchases. (No, that wasn’t me, that was a guy with some new Manga, which he apparently had abstained from for too long)) So I, uh, got some more reading material there. But by then my panic in the mall and euphoria over new books was starting to show, in addition to the fact that I hadn’t eaten for quite a few hours. So we went to a restaurant! I had fajitas, and they were lovely.
Let me see, what else happened? Oh yes! Then Daddy dropped me off at a friend’s house, and we talked for an hour before I walked down and saw
the Messiah, then I came back and we watched two movies. Busy day, yes?
I shall talk about Messiah tomorrow. Sleep is calling me now. Okay, okay, I hear you! Bye, internets!