Shopping Sunday
Today was one of those weird days where I could have been a lot more social than I was -- but instead, I think I had a pretty good day anyway. It started with running around Greenlake, by which I mean, running for about 1/6th of the time and walking the rest.
Afterwards I went on a shopping spree. I started at Easy Street Records, where I had a few things I intended to get, but they didn't have any of it (well, not in used CDs anyway, which is what I wanted to get), so instead I picked up a few Belle and Sebastian CDs (I blame![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ciole and/or mh75), and a Kirsty MacColl CD, and some assorted other stuff, among which was In Search Of The Lost Chord by the Moody Blues.
I digress for a second here. When I was a kid, this album gave me nightmares. Not because of the music, but because the cover has a somewhat disturbing picture on it. I mean, not by today's standards, but for a little kid, the picture of a skull by the picture of a baby... eh, I dunno. It just disturbed me. Now, listening to this album I'm realizing that it really is one of their best albums ever. It's just a very nicely done cohesive unit, much better than most groups achieve on their second album. There's this weird feeling of 60's-ish orchestral rock in it with sitars and flutes and horns backdropping balladic unison vocals for large parts of the album, but then it comes out with fun songs like "Dr. Livingston, I presume" and "The Best Way to Travel", and such.
Okay, well, anyway, I drove downtown after that and parked at Pacific Place, where I thought they still had the $3 for all day Sunday parking deal. I went to the Mariners Team Store down on 4th and Stewart, to see if I could get a women's-clothing-like Mariners shirt. Most of their stuff is ugly though, lots of pastel and glitter and junk, which I won't wear, I just wanted a women's t-shirt. Oh well. I did find one shirt I vaguely liked, I might go back for it. After that, I went clothes shopping at Old Navy for a while. Usually this would be pretty terrible, but I found an awesome long denim skirt on a clearance rack for $10, and it fit perfectly (wtfomgbear), and I tried on a whole bunch of other stuff and found another skirt and two tops. Holy crap, skirts. I should actually wear some. The long one I actually would wear to work I think.
After that I went to see Must Love Dogs, because I just really really wanted to see it. I think it hit home a little bit too deeply in several aspects, though, I think what it really pointed out is the utter problem with online matchmaking services: most of the guys out there aren't John Cusack. Infact, that is fundamentally the problem with dating in general. If every guy out there was John Cusack, the world would be a better place.
Errr, anyway.
Attempted to get shoes at Fred Meyer after that. Found cool Mary-Jane sneakers from Skechers, but wasn't positive I wanted them, so punted on the idea. I'll look around more some other time. Shoes are tough. Clothes is tough. Life is tough.
Gah, I should get to sleep.
Afterwards I went on a shopping spree. I started at Easy Street Records, where I had a few things I intended to get, but they didn't have any of it (well, not in used CDs anyway, which is what I wanted to get), so instead I picked up a few Belle and Sebastian CDs (I blame
ciole and/or mh75), and a Kirsty MacColl CD, and some assorted other stuff, among which was In Search Of The Lost Chord by the Moody Blues.I digress for a second here. When I was a kid, this album gave me nightmares. Not because of the music, but because the cover has a somewhat disturbing picture on it. I mean, not by today's standards, but for a little kid, the picture of a skull by the picture of a baby... eh, I dunno. It just disturbed me. Now, listening to this album I'm realizing that it really is one of their best albums ever. It's just a very nicely done cohesive unit, much better than most groups achieve on their second album. There's this weird feeling of 60's-ish orchestral rock in it with sitars and flutes and horns backdropping balladic unison vocals for large parts of the album, but then it comes out with fun songs like "Dr. Livingston, I presume" and "The Best Way to Travel", and such.
Okay, well, anyway, I drove downtown after that and parked at Pacific Place, where I thought they still had the $3 for all day Sunday parking deal. I went to the Mariners Team Store down on 4th and Stewart, to see if I could get a women's-clothing-like Mariners shirt. Most of their stuff is ugly though, lots of pastel and glitter and junk, which I won't wear, I just wanted a women's t-shirt. Oh well. I did find one shirt I vaguely liked, I might go back for it. After that, I went clothes shopping at Old Navy for a while. Usually this would be pretty terrible, but I found an awesome long denim skirt on a clearance rack for $10, and it fit perfectly (wtfomgbear), and I tried on a whole bunch of other stuff and found another skirt and two tops. Holy crap, skirts. I should actually wear some. The long one I actually would wear to work I think.
After that I went to see Must Love Dogs, because I just really really wanted to see it. I think it hit home a little bit too deeply in several aspects, though, I think what it really pointed out is the utter problem with online matchmaking services: most of the guys out there aren't John Cusack. Infact, that is fundamentally the problem with dating in general. If every guy out there was John Cusack, the world would be a better place.
Errr, anyway.
Attempted to get shoes at Fred Meyer after that. Found cool Mary-Jane sneakers from Skechers, but wasn't positive I wanted them, so punted on the idea. I'll look around more some other time. Shoes are tough. Clothes is tough. Life is tough.
Gah, I should get to sleep.
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