You know, I should never make absolute, declarative statements. It's like when you say, "I never get sick," and the next thing you know you have the raging stomach flu or bubonic plague. I ended my anti-shopping rant yesterday by saying, "there's no way in hell I'm going to the mall."
Which, of course, doomed me.
As soon as my hair dries (and it's much easier to wash now that the gaping bloody head wound is 90% healed and only semi-infuriatingly itchy) we are not only going to the mall, we're going to The Mall. Shopaholics around the world know that the Twin Cities is home to (insert trumpet blare and fireworks here) The Mall of America.
I have not set foot in the sacred (to some, not me) MOA in five years. It gives me hives. It gives me anxiety attacks. It gives me the screaming heebie-jeebies. Yet today I am compelled to go for a few reasons.
1. My semi-fruitless shopping expedition yesterday left me with an uncharacteristic yearning to find something. Something so incredibly cute that I must have it. I have no idea what this might be, but I can only hope that I will know it when I see it. Otherwise I'll have hives, a migraine, sore feet, and absolutely nothing to show for it.
2. The Super Bowl doesn't start till 5:15 this evening, and so this is a rare Sunday (no football, no NASCAR) when we are both actually willing to leave the house. It seems that such an opportunity shouldn't be squandered.
3. Being at the MOA for the better part of the day guarantees that I will get to have a nice lunch in an actual restaurant. I am a huge fan of any meal that is prepared, served, and cleaned up by anyone other than myself.
4. Since I am no longer drinking (this is day 24 alcohol-free), I find that my days off are much longer. Normally, I'd start drinking by about 1 PM, and would remember nothing after about 4 PM. Staying sober adds approximately 5-6 hours to the day, and even I can only read and blog for so many consecutive hours.
That about sums it up. Hair is about half dry, and my next step is to locate something to wear to the Mall Mecca (sarcasm). Wish me luck, because if I subject myself to the horrors of the MOA and return with nothing to show for it, I am going to be incredibly pissed.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Famous Last Words
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2 comments:
as a seasoned (obsessive) shopper, i tend to think the mall of america has really gone down the crapper. eloquent huh? it seems like half of the stores are either closing or closed, and there just isn't much there you can't find at a normal mall. plus, it smells.
however, for the sake of your sanity, i hope you find something beauteous. in your size 4. damn you. ;)
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