Retail Therapy

I woke up early this morning and slugged around lazily for a few hours before deciding to join my gym. I've been going to Bally's for the past two weeks, usually around 5:30am Monday through Friday and then at 8:30 on Tuesdays and Thursdays for Yoga. However, Skip, my contact there, decided to take the day off and the other dude was gonna try to screw me over. I decided to come back tomorrow.

Instead, I ventured out into Connecticut to find adventure. Since my stay here thus far has been mostly uneventful and wholely dull, I was determined to find cool places and make new friends. Heading down a winding road, I soon found myself in downtown Naugatuck (called Naugy by the local yokels). I looped around the area a couple times before poorly parallel parking. I passed a travel agency, a day spa, a coffee house, a cute looking antique shop, and several party stores (or "package" stores). Other than location, these establishments had one thing in common. They were all closed on Sunday. There was a classic car get together which appeared to be starting an hour later, but I made the firm choice to get the heck outta dodge.

On the way towards civilization, I passed another antique store. And an orchard (which was closed. And another antique store. And some houses. And another antique store. And another antique store. And a cemetary. And another antique stoere. And some more houses. And another antique store. And another cemetary. And another antique store. And another antique store. And another antique store.

My conclusion is that Connecticut is where people's willingness to live goes to die. With only antique stores to patronize, no wonder there are so many headstones.

At last I landed at the only place that feels familiar to me in this god forsaken state. Brass Mill Mall. It is in here that I wandered and began to browse, doing very well of not trying things on and not purchasing things. Then I dropped by Wilson's Leather, because they were having a huge sale and I need a new purse. Veering towards the right, I rummaged through some cute jackets. The sales lady pointed out that the rack behind me was 60% off. Peering from behind some weird shaded concoctions was the most beautiful pink, leather, double-breasted coat in the entire world. As any wise shopper does when they have fallen in love, I quickly scan the price tag and throw the garment around my body. After analyzing my reflection in the 3-way mirror, I carry around the coat making sure it was precisely what I wanted. From across the store, the helpful temptress chimes in with the following announcement: there is a matching purse. All-in-all, the side show cost me $60--amazing, considering that the original price of the purse was just that. I also ended up buying shoes from another store.

Shopping (or retail therapy as many have called it) can either make or break a day. There have been an abundancy of occaisions where I'd walk in feeling blue and walk out with arms full of amazing bargins. However, the downside comes on the off day when nothing looks right, they have exactly what you want (but not in your size), or everything is too expensive.

I know that food and shopping seem like shallow ways to pass the time. But what else am I supposed to do until I find a nice guy to settle down with and commence the birthing of his children?

***Edit: before I get flamed for that last comment, I should clarify (if you cannot pick up on my tone) that the last bit was highly sarcastic. Especially about shopping and food being shallow. ;-)

***Edit 2: apparently I've been using the word pilfer wrong for several years. It means to steal not to rummage through.