I love my little town, but we're not delusional around here. Aside from a drunken night at Lu and Ruby's, ice skating at central park or canoeing down the Huron River, we do have to leave town to do things sometimes. Like... shop. Or... get gas. Or go to work. Or to the bank, for that matter. We need more crap in this town, something more than five star restaraunts and hoity toity shops that no one knows what they sell...that's beside the point. or maybe that is the point.
anyways....
So today we decided we were going to fill our day with something that did not involve alcohol. Shocking, I know, seeing as the last week was party week for us. We were determined to go to a museum, or do something artsy and fun that did not involve a million teenagers talking about how lame their friend's knockoff Ugg boots were (that was an actual conversation that I listened to standing behind a group of 16 year olds at the movie theater).
As the freezing rain began, Windsor was out (plus, we had decided no alcohol and all we could find in Windsor was clubbing or casinos). We went to the mall.
I almost punched three people before I returned the duplicate present I got (I got a ton of martini glasses I didn't need) and decided to leave after five minutes. For some reason, in a department store, common courtesy like "don't step on someone," and "no pushing" and "wait your turn" goes out the window. If you'd like to know where the country is going, go to Macy's, take an anti-anxiety pill, and know that the only reason there has not been a nuclear holocaust is 1)people with that kind of firepower don't do their own shopping, 2) it takes three people to launch the thing, and they only let one of them into a shopping mall (or collection, depending on how snotty your area is) in a rolling 60 day window (this is written into the IRS Wash Sale rule for capital loss/gain declarations).
So... I watched 2 hours of the Family Guy, a movie, ate dinner, stared at the christmas cookies, ate a half a plate of christmas cookies and a half a bag of reese's miniatures, smoked a half a pack of cigarettes, and sat at home on a Friday night.
I rule.
anyways....
So today we decided we were going to fill our day with something that did not involve alcohol. Shocking, I know, seeing as the last week was party week for us. We were determined to go to a museum, or do something artsy and fun that did not involve a million teenagers talking about how lame their friend's knockoff Ugg boots were (that was an actual conversation that I listened to standing behind a group of 16 year olds at the movie theater).
As the freezing rain began, Windsor was out (plus, we had decided no alcohol and all we could find in Windsor was clubbing or casinos). We went to the mall.
I almost punched three people before I returned the duplicate present I got (I got a ton of martini glasses I didn't need) and decided to leave after five minutes. For some reason, in a department store, common courtesy like "don't step on someone," and "no pushing" and "wait your turn" goes out the window. If you'd like to know where the country is going, go to Macy's, take an anti-anxiety pill, and know that the only reason there has not been a nuclear holocaust is 1)people with that kind of firepower don't do their own shopping, 2) it takes three people to launch the thing, and they only let one of them into a shopping mall (or collection, depending on how snotty your area is) in a rolling 60 day window (this is written into the IRS Wash Sale rule for capital loss/gain declarations).
So... I watched 2 hours of the Family Guy, a movie, ate dinner, stared at the christmas cookies, ate a half a plate of christmas cookies and a half a bag of reese's miniatures, smoked a half a pack of cigarettes, and sat at home on a Friday night.
I rule.
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