I am *so* not cut out for this
Spent the day yesterday hanging out in the armpit of the Maritimes -- namely, Moncton. More specifically, Champlain Place mall. Malls are a necessary evil. I hate getting caught up in spend-crazy-ville, but a man can only go so far while he only owns two pairs of wearable jeans.
So, I jet to Moncton for the day. (I should also note that the previous night was the most uncomfortable and unrelenting pub crawl in the history of pub crawls. Get this -- I was *sober* in the morning. I just happened to sleep in.) Inordinate spending occurs. I have a reunion of sorts with Marion, who is still ever-so-indie... Except when she knows everyone at the mall. Admit it, it's OK. You still have indie cred, even if you were seen at the Gap and American Eagle. Your secret is safe with me.
The best thing about Moncton is, of course, Arby's. Still is, forever will be.
Marion also told me about this store downtown that I had to see. Spinners? Spinnakers? Skinners? Something like that. Combines the pretension of an indie music store with the unabashed geekiness of your local comic shop. There was no way I was spending any more time in that place than I had to. I was neither cool enough to appreciate obscure, 'influential' bands that brand me as uncool if I say I don't own their European-only 8" b-sides, nor was I geeky enough to appreciate the rarity and diversity of alternative print media. The best thing they had to offer me was an opened Radioactive Man and Fallout Boy. I don't even care about collecting every single thing with The Simpsons stuck on it anymore. I guess I'm growing up. Bah well, it happens to the best of us.
That being said, I think I've had enough of the Christmas shopping experience for the year. A few more things to pick up for people (who knew that I'd still be shopping for my mother this late? She's usually the first person done). Maybe I'll just hang around malls to look cool again, and totally piss off the rent-a-cops like back in the day. Or start baking. Or pick up smoking. Have to do something to pass the time between now and turkey day.
So, I jet to Moncton for the day. (I should also note that the previous night was the most uncomfortable and unrelenting pub crawl in the history of pub crawls. Get this -- I was *sober* in the morning. I just happened to sleep in.) Inordinate spending occurs. I have a reunion of sorts with Marion, who is still ever-so-indie... Except when she knows everyone at the mall. Admit it, it's OK. You still have indie cred, even if you were seen at the Gap and American Eagle. Your secret is safe with me.
The best thing about Moncton is, of course, Arby's. Still is, forever will be.
Marion also told me about this store downtown that I had to see. Spinners? Spinnakers? Skinners? Something like that. Combines the pretension of an indie music store with the unabashed geekiness of your local comic shop. There was no way I was spending any more time in that place than I had to. I was neither cool enough to appreciate obscure, 'influential' bands that brand me as uncool if I say I don't own their European-only 8" b-sides, nor was I geeky enough to appreciate the rarity and diversity of alternative print media. The best thing they had to offer me was an opened Radioactive Man and Fallout Boy. I don't even care about collecting every single thing with The Simpsons stuck on it anymore. I guess I'm growing up. Bah well, it happens to the best of us.
That being said, I think I've had enough of the Christmas shopping experience for the year. A few more things to pick up for people (who knew that I'd still be shopping for my mother this late? She's usually the first person done). Maybe I'll just hang around malls to look cool again, and totally piss off the rent-a-cops like back in the day. Or start baking. Or pick up smoking. Have to do something to pass the time between now and turkey day.
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