Ah. The Dra-mah. The Horr-ah.
I'm too tired to throw down.
I spoiled the crap out of myself this weekend and it felt great. Yesterday I spoke to my boyfriend before I left the house to run an errand and we made plans for me to go over to his house all the way up in the Bronx later. So I ran the errand but got seriously sidetracked when I passed the Nine West store and saw that they were having a "buy one pair, get the second pair half off sale." After trying on about ten pairs, I selected two that I loved. Cha-ching. After that I started back towards my house but got once again sidetracked by the thought of what sorts of fabulousness was taking place on the racks at Century. So I went to Century and after trying on tons of things (for some reason every damn thing looked good and fit perfect...I was having a good body image day), I walked out with two new pair of jeans, sexiest pair of black pants ever (yes, again) and a silky-slinky blouse. Cha-ching.
On my way out of the store I steadfastly averted my eyes from the colorful swirling mecca of the shoe department, having just purchased two pair not but a half hour before, but was unable to hold out until I got past the sunglasses. Shit. It was sunny out and I lost my favorite pair from last summer. So I bought a new pair of D&Gs (fuuuck! They were on saaaaaaale man!) Cha-ching, and I ran my ass out of there before I did anymore damage.
I got home and Rob had left a bunch of messages which escalated in urgency as if we hadn't spoken for days when in fact it had only been three hours earlier. I said "fuck, I didn't know I wasn't allowed to take a little detour to the department store!")... He said he was worr-ied. Truth be told, he just couldn't wait to see my bad self. I took a train to the city and met up with a couple of our friends and we drove to Rob's in the Bronx. A small party ensued upon our arrival.
We got up this morning and went to "The Westchester." Rob had to manage a demo at Nordstroms and so while he worked, I wandered around the mall. For hours. Dangerous, yes. But this is a mall too high falutin for my kind. I cannot even remotely afford to freely shop at Louis Vuitton, Burberry, Coach, Movado or most of the many other high-end establishments therein. But I know how to sniff out a bargain. So after perusing many stores and not finding much of great interest, I stumbled upon Anthropologie. I love that store. And that is where I scored the greatest stuff at the best price in their little sale niche in the back. Ladies! Even if the store looks a little too spendy for your budget, do not be afraid to go in and check it out, because most of the time, you can find great stuff on sale (husbands and boyfriends everywhere groan in agony). (This is the death chant) Cha-ching.
You know, it feels so good to really indulge yourself every once in awhile. I know the acquirement of material possessions is such a temporary euphoria, but it's still one of the best natural highs. And to me, there is nothing like having something to show for what you spent. A beautiful pair of shoes, a sexy new pair of shades, frilly underpants... it's not the end all, be all in life, but it sure does make it extra fun. And every person has their thing that they like to indulge in. For many guys it is electronics, or power tools or games or automobiles. For some women it is furniture...or clothes...or spa treatments. For most women, it's just about anything with a pricetag on it. I feel it is okay to indulge yourself (though I always feel guilty as if I could have done something so much more productive with that money). I was a little bad, but hey. Life is short.
And for all you guys out there, you can open your eyes now, the shopping extravaganza is over. For the time being.
Posted by Maria at April 18, 2004 11:38 PM | TrackBackMust be spring fever. I went crazy at Marshall Fields yesterday. So many clothes. I almost made out with just the two big bags, then I saw the Chanel counter. Sigh. I might have to consider turning tricks, if my hubby gets the visa bill before I do. ;-)
Posted by: Rosemary the Queen of All Evil at April 18, 2004 11:44 PMThis was Aileys' birthday weekend..all day yesterday was one cha ching after another...she looks great, had a great time...now I'm pooped out and broke...:)
Posted by: sandy at April 18, 2004 11:58 PMHappy Birthday to Ailey!
Posted by: Maria at April 19, 2004 12:04 AMBy the way Maria...
For no other reason than the fact that you're a perfectly lovely human being, I'd like to tell you that you are aces.
Night and talk to you tomorrow night.
(oh and Rosemary?? Do NOT turn tricks. It's nasty work I gotta tell ya ;-)
Posted by: Richard at April 19, 2004 01:01 AMRichard,
Okay, if you say so. How do you...nevermind. ;-)
Posted by: Rosemary the Queen of All Evil at April 19, 2004 09:32 AMRosemary,
- by being told once to often as a careless youth "God, you're hot" and being egocentric enough to believe it. Ah me. The stories I could tell. But I suspect the internet has enough ammo on me as is.. so I'll leave it at your "nevermind" for the sake of decorum.
"regrets, I've had a few (very few), but then again too few to mention" ;-)
Posted by: Richard at April 19, 2004 10:26 AMYou must be singing the Sinatra version..haha..remember your no love for Elvis..:)
Posted by: sandy at April 19, 2004 10:32 AMExactamundo Sandy!
I almost gave him artistic credit just below!
(I will tell you, however, I do like Elvis Presley's "Jail House Rock". The early stuff is great)
Posted by: Richard at April 19, 2004 11:20 AMRichard,
Ah, I remember my careless youth fondly, except my 24th year that one is a blur.
Now I'm a mother, a wife and a week shy of 36. I have good stories but I suspect yours are way better. ;-)
Posted by: Rosemary the Queen of All Evil at April 19, 2004 02:47 PMI remember my careless youth fondly as well. Unfortunately, the regrets are also relatively fresh...I'm still in the emerging process from the profound insanity of my earlier years. Even my adolescence was wrought with bad behavior. It sounds like we all have some wild stories. Some things will just never come out on the face of this blog. It's weird how you grow up and learn to take care of yourself and it becomes so hard to even imagine yourself performing all the reckless antics of yesteryear. It's difficult to even identify with that person who used to be you. And furthermore, it ain't easy to stay in touch with your free spirit in this uptight fucking world. I already stop and remind myself not to take things too seriously. Taking things too seriously is a definite sign of aging. We should all remember that.
Elvis...Sinatra...who? (Aw come on. I just said that to get you guys riled...hahaa!)
Posted by: Maria at April 19, 2004 03:54 PMAs willingly as I'll admit to not divulging a fair share of the antics of my wreckless youth, as I reflect on those times I wouldn't take back one of those expriences (and yes Rosemary.. even the ones that fall into that gray area of actually being legal). The "consenting adults" thing comes into play there too and that holds significant weight to me.
Btw... along those same lines, Cul's got a wonderful test over at his site "ratboy's anvil" where you can test how much of a prude you are (or aren't) and just how much your politics lean to the left or right. Give it a whirl it's fun. Think it's about halfway down the page.
Maria? I'm thinking of going to see Dawn of the Dead tonight with Neil. If it's gory I don't want to see it. Psychological thrills are fine. But I detest blood and guts. What say you?
Posted by: Richard at April 19, 2004 04:11 PMWhat day does your b'day fall on Ro?
Posted by: Richard at April 19, 2004 04:12 PMI say that it is bloody, but that is not nearly the scariest thing about it. It is the apocolyptic concept that really freaked me out bad. It is the idea that there is no escape, nowhere on earth that is safe, that civilization as we know it is crumbling and deteriorating into vast and unavoidable chaos. I was struck by the useless, idle suffering of the zombies. Their former lives forgotten, and in its place an insatiable, flesh eating, soul-less demon. I thought it was sad. AND really fucking scary. If you don't like blood, the first heavy scene might be a little much for you. The cinematography is excellent.
I'm not making any guarantees on how you'll feel about it, but that's my review.
Posted by: Maria at April 19, 2004 04:19 PMI danced plenty of "legal" lines in my day, danced/crossed whatever. I wouldn't change a thing.
My birthday is on the 25th. I'm a Taurus. Woohoo!
Posted by: Rosemary the Queen of All Evil at April 19, 2004 04:28 PMAh cool Ro. Day after Barbra Streisand's! (sorry it's required knowledge for all homosexual males)
Thanks for the critique M. I'll get through the first gory scene if I look through my fingers so I guess we'll go. GULP.
Posted by: Richard at April 19, 2004 04:41 PM