Last night's shopping spree began with shopping! We listened to We Are One in the car on the way because Cheryl was having trouble hearing it on her computer. We got to Ross and went our separate ways. She was looking for dresses. I was ... not. Across the aisles, I heard MY SONG. -- [trippy] -- Not only was Cheryl singing it throughout the store, but it's the song that stayed in my head all night long - even in my restless sleep.
At first I looked at the Ladies section for jeans and shirts. But they only make "old lady" stuff for ladies. Gimme a break. Jeans that come up above the navel? Shirts that hang wide? Hardly a selection in my size. I was discouraged right away. Till I wandered into the Juniors section. Oh yeah baby! This is my style. Will I ever grow up? ... No rush.
In the dressing room I tried on the blue/orange shorts [pictured] and Cheryl thought they were cute. I thought they looked "too cheerleadery" because they flair a little too much - rather than hang straight. [I'm picky like that]. But then I looked at the tag and read it aloud. Funkie Punkie Groovy Girl. How could I pass them up. And the price? Five bucks. OK, fine, I'll just wear them low on my hips so they don't flair too much.
In about an hour we had tried on about 20 articles of clothing between us, got what we needed and checked out. We walked out of there having bought completely different things. She got some kick-ass dresses, down pillows and new bath towels. Because of that, she left the store with two huge bags. I spent the same amount of money and walked out with what felt like a sandwich bag. Jeans, t-shirts, a tank, socks and yes, paaaaantieees!
It wasn't till I got home that I noticed the tags on two other items I bought. I had to get a close-up of the tags.
1. Funkie Punkie Groovy Girl, 2. One Tuff Babe, 3. Flower Power Gypsy Girl
After that, we went for dinner and sat at the bar. It was close to 9:00 so most of the barflies had a running start. It was then that I remembered why I like to go earlier rather than later. I don't handle drunks very pleasantly. One old man [sorry guys, but I call em like I see em] asked if we were sisters. YUP. Then asked if we were twins. NOPE. Then asked who was older. I'd had it. I already had my back to him but I turned my head and said, "Oh NO, you did NOT just ask that!" He had no idea why. Duh.
Cheryl and I split a salad and a main dish. When the main dish came out to replace the empty salad bowl, the guy on the other side of us announced, "Wow, you girls are really packing it in tonight!" He went on with more about how much we "girls" were eating [which wasn't even much] and I said, "That's NOT the way to score points in a bar buddy." It got to the point where Cheryl had to cut me off before I spoke again.
There was a bookstore opening party on the same street so we stopped in there. I took some fun pictures. Later Cheryl said, "That was kinda boring." I told her it's because she didn't have a camera! I swear, a camera is a pocket full of fun.
Maybe I'll get to posting those pics later. But for now, I'm running out the door with my new cami-tank and freshly painted toenails. No biggie. They'll be covered with my new kicks. But they'll look damn good in yoga tomorrow morning. heehee!