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At the last minute, I decided not to go watch the Evan Dando gig at Southpaw because I had work the next day (Saturday). Argh! I am such a loser. The Lemonheads is only one of my favorite bands ever. Given that I was tired and I just came from work, but what the heck I'm always tired.
Speaking of work, it's eerie how Wall Street looks like at eight a.m. on a Saturday morning. It's practically possible to take more than three steps without bumping into a person or food cart. I signed in, took the elevator (which I didn't have to wait 57 minutes for!) to my floor, and found myself delightfully alone. It took me all of fifteen minutes to look for the light switch. The others started coming in at 8:30. This was my first time to work on a Saturday and I was understandably cranky, but I actually liked it. No ringing phones, no boss, I actually wore thong slippers and got away with it. Well, there was no AC either, just a dusty industrial size fan, and the silence was punctuated by sneezing every five minutes.
Anyhow, to discourage depression due to the abovementioned facts, I did some serious spending over the week-end. I saw this funky green jacket at Gap, which they didn't have in my size but had in my sister's, who conceded to my having the blue suede bag as consolation. I'm really curious about the other Demeter fragrances, but Sephora only had a few. I got the Gin and Tonic, which won over Laundromat and Earl Grey Tea. I was really looking for Grass, Dirt and Holy Water, though. For the adventurous, there's Mildew, Earthworm, Lobster, Saw Dust..... The Body Shop has body polish made out of Satsuma oranges, which smells good enough to eat. From "New York's best kept secret", I got two pairs of sassy black boots for fall, which technically started yesterday. After a long day, we went home and contemplated on how materialistic we've become on week-ends.
Today, my boss unchained me early and so I thought I deserved a little trip to J & R. Bad decision because I ended up buying all these CDs which somehow just magically appeared on their shelves. Funny how when you're not looking to buy anything, all these CDs are suddenly screaming at you, "Buy me! buy me!" "I'm on sale!" "I'm the last copy and they marked me down 10% and I have that song that you've been thinking about lately!" In times like these, what could one do but proceed to the checkout counter with an armload. What kind of a world is this, where dozens of copies of Jeff Buckley's Grace marked down to $9.99 remain unsold? If I were rich, I would gladly walk out of there with all those unsold Jeff Buckley CDs and I'd put a bin in the middle of Battery Park, and maybe a copy would make its way to Tokelau or the Vatican or Babuyan Islands.
"If I could you know I'd try to, rest assured I've half a mind to..." - Rest Assured, Lemonheads
At the last minute, I decided not to go watch the Evan Dando gig at Southpaw because I had work the next day (Saturday). Argh! I am such a loser. The Lemonheads is only one of my favorite bands ever. Given that I was tired and I just came from work, but what the heck I'm always tired.
Speaking of work, it's eerie how Wall Street looks like at eight a.m. on a Saturday morning. It's practically possible to take more than three steps without bumping into a person or food cart. I signed in, took the elevator (which I didn't have to wait 57 minutes for!) to my floor, and found myself delightfully alone. It took me all of fifteen minutes to look for the light switch. The others started coming in at 8:30. This was my first time to work on a Saturday and I was understandably cranky, but I actually liked it. No ringing phones, no boss, I actually wore thong slippers and got away with it. Well, there was no AC either, just a dusty industrial size fan, and the silence was punctuated by sneezing every five minutes.
Anyhow, to discourage depression due to the abovementioned facts, I did some serious spending over the week-end. I saw this funky green jacket at Gap, which they didn't have in my size but had in my sister's, who conceded to my having the blue suede bag as consolation. I'm really curious about the other Demeter fragrances, but Sephora only had a few. I got the Gin and Tonic, which won over Laundromat and Earl Grey Tea. I was really looking for Grass, Dirt and Holy Water, though. For the adventurous, there's Mildew, Earthworm, Lobster, Saw Dust..... The Body Shop has body polish made out of Satsuma oranges, which smells good enough to eat. From "New York's best kept secret", I got two pairs of sassy black boots for fall, which technically started yesterday. After a long day, we went home and contemplated on how materialistic we've become on week-ends.
Today, my boss unchained me early and so I thought I deserved a little trip to J & R. Bad decision because I ended up buying all these CDs which somehow just magically appeared on their shelves. Funny how when you're not looking to buy anything, all these CDs are suddenly screaming at you, "Buy me! buy me!" "I'm on sale!" "I'm the last copy and they marked me down 10% and I have that song that you've been thinking about lately!" In times like these, what could one do but proceed to the checkout counter with an armload. What kind of a world is this, where dozens of copies of Jeff Buckley's Grace marked down to $9.99 remain unsold? If I were rich, I would gladly walk out of there with all those unsold Jeff Buckley CDs and I'd put a bin in the middle of Battery Park, and maybe a copy would make its way to Tokelau or the Vatican or Babuyan Islands.
"If I could you know I'd try to, rest assured I've half a mind to..." - Rest Assured, Lemonheads
