I woke up this morning dreaming about my kitchen being white with new counter tops. I was baking and listening to The Bolshoi. So in order to not make myself completely crazy I was sure that I had Lindy's Party on cd somewhere and I looked for it right away.
Nope, I look in my vinyl and there it is. Dang. Hard to play in my car while I am driving around running errands. So instead I broke out Pyschocandy by Jesus and the Mary Chain. It was perfection. Seriously. It was perfect for me driving around running my errands out to Centennial and Park Meadows. I forgot just how much I like the buzz guitar. Then on the way back I thought, I need to get the Bolshoi on cd, but couldn't think of where to go, I really didn't want to schlep down to Wax Trax and try and find a space on the street to be quite honest about it. There was a time in my past I would have had the number memorized and just called to see if they had it, been all "hey john I need the Bolshoi" and then hung up and shown up five minutes later or five days later and it would be on hold with three other items that went well with it in the bag already for me, but those days are long gone. And didn't feel like stopping in there and feeling really old I have to be honest about it. Sad in a way for what was at the time for me too. I wonder whatever happened to that John guy and that Steve guy that worked there. I can't even google them because all I know is their band names. They were hot back in the day.
Got my lipsticks from the lamest store ever that Sephora ever opened. Seriously. The store is NOT that large that you have to have your entire staff walking around with wireless headsets and booms. Lame. That store might be with the stock room 1000 SF, I could stand on my toes and talk to the woman in the back of the place. It just looked ridiculous. There was some woman walking around the store with her headset on and this clipboard. Inventory shouldn't be done in the middle of the day lady... and just walking about the place is more effective a strategy for customer to employee management than barking orders "AMY GET TO YOUR REGISTER" was gross. I swear I know the guy working the Perricone area too. He looked like someone I knew from the Deadbeat days. Weird. Weird to see him in daylight actually.
I spent all of maybe five minutes and hated every minute. It just isn't warm and I felt like I was being strategically watched like I was going to try and steal something. Whatever.
I actually had a better time at Urban Outfitters I must say. All I got were four plates but the kid behind the register was so nice and just pleasant and like 10 years old I wanted to grab him and mess up his perfectly gelled hair. Too bad they don't sell the Cargo Plant Love lipstick. It would be a much better fit actually. It probably would sell better too. I think they were playing Ted the Pharmacist or something of its equivalent in the place loud. I didn't ask but should have. Bummer.
Off to dub the Soparanos and get the coffee ready. Hard to believe that the week starts over again tomorrow. Work isn't bad its just well, work. I definately could use one more day of weekend. I didn't get nearly all the stuff done that I needed to. Oh well. I will just kept that list of to-do's going I suppose.
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