After Thanksgiving, my family and I watched a festive, seasonal film titled "Drag Me to Hell." We rarely agree on movies, but for some reason anything in the supernatural, zombie or hitman genres is usually a good bet.For the first time ever, I went shopping at the mall on Black Friday. It wasn't the nightmare I expected - we found a parking spot in two minutes and I didn't get elbowed by any fellow bargain hunters. In fact, no one at all fought me over the black sequined formal shorts I bought - wonder why.
I couldn't help but notice rows and rows of men sitting on benches, looking bored and miserable as their wives/girlfriends looked through piles of clothes. How are these women getting their boyfriends to go shopping with them on Black Friday, of all days?! I can't even get boys to call me back.
Bike Q & A
I'm trying to learn about bikes/bike culture but there's still so much I don't understand. For instance, why are fixed gear bikes so popular? Isn't coasting one of the most fun part of riding a bike? Like going down a hill and thinking "Wheeeee!" in your head as you are riding. Or possibly saying it out loud?I like to coast, but then again I am an incredibly slow, Sunday-driving, getting-passed-by-grandmas bike rider.
Here's some more questions inspired by bike sightings on the street.
Is this SpongeBob doll purely decorative? Or is it functional? Is it holding the seat on?
This bike rack is made out of two by fours. Looks sturdy. Is this how folk in the days of yore transported their milk crates?
Somewhat related thought: a Mennonite girl lived down the hall from me in college, and when we moved into the dorm, her entire family assembled a giant, wooden loft for her bed that looked a little like this bike rack, but on a larger scale. They could've been building a barn or the Ark of the Covenant, for the amount of beams they used. That was one solid loft. It took up the entire room and many trees sacrificed their lives for the endeavor.
Deadmau5 and Carded Once Again
Remember how I got labeled an Unaccompanied Minor last month? I went to the Deadmau5 concert yesterday - I was laughing, drinking a beer when this kid appears out of nowhere and shines a pen light on the back of my hand. I couldn't figure out what was going on, then I realized, "Ohhh, he thinks I am under 21 and drinking illegally."
Once again, I am 25. He singled me out - I was the only one for miles around to get the pen light treatment. Oh, the injustice of it all! Suddenly I felt so very uncool. I need to hold onto every shred of cool I can, and this just isn't helping. The worst part is that the guy who tried to bust me looked like he was 17 himself.
Whatever. Then someone gave me these psychedelic glasses and all was right with the world. (They are a little worse for wear.)
Disparate Thoughts for a Friday
- You can tell that I am an "Amazing Race" fan because I always double-check when I get out of cabs to make sure I haven't left my passport in the backseat. I don't even carry my passport around, but you never know.
- I want to be Sandra Tsing Loh when I grow up. On second thought, her life doesn't seem that great at the moment, according to this thought-provoking essay about being a bad mother - she's going through a divorce and living out of her car. Boy, she sure can write, though...
- Another fascinating woman and one of my favorite models, Daul Kim, died yesterday. She was only 20 years old. I know it's strange to have a favorite model, but it's mainly because of her blog. It's bizarrely readable for something written with little to no punctuation. She didn't need punctuation, her personality was evident with every word. I would describe her as enigmatic, yet still somehow you felt as though you knew her. Can't stop reading the comments on her last blog post, so very sad... One commenter calls the blog "compilations of a lovely mind," which is spot on. She did seem like a lovely person, inside and out. We need more of those in the world.
Questioning the Nature of Existence
This week I've been writing too much about stuff I bought.
Time to write about something I found. Or rather my friend found. Actually, my friend's grandma found.
It's a Viagra logo tie, unearthed in a thrift store. Do you ever wonder why some products are ever made in the first place? As in, who would wear this tie and why did Pfizer think this was a good merch idea?
Why do you exist, Viagra Tie?!?!??!!
Thanks God, for Keeping Me Humble
On the rare occasion when I'm feeling really confident - thinking I'm looking cute, my outfit's on point, I'm so gosh gee golly clever - it can mean only one thing. I'm about to fall on my butt, probably spectacularly. Never fails.
On a happier note, let's move on to a segment I'm going to call: Ridiculous Accessories Purchased as of Late.
Photo Credit: Debie! Who also inspired the headline..
Ray Ban's got nothing on Hot Dog™ brand sunglasses. Mustard-colored, of course.
Bought this necklace on GiltFuse, got it yesterday. I don't know what my expectations were, but I wasn't counting on it to consist of giant rhinestones glued to green felt. It looks like a school project created by alien kindergartners in the year 2050. "Oh no, it's semi-hideous," I thought when I took the necklace out of the box.
Now I think I like it. Could it be, dare I say, Gaga-esque?
