books, magazines, DVDs, oh my!
Tired of hearing folks gab about how great/fantastic/totally awesome their day went? Too bad.
Today was the best sick day ever. Well, yesterday should have been my sick day as I was hacking up phlegm and croaking out questions in a bare whisper. I took today off just as a precaution. That and it was supposed to be 60 degrees today.
I woke up at my usual time for work to make The Call. Testing my voice a few seconds before dialing, I achieved just the right amount of 'scratchy' in the vocal cords to invoke sympathy from the coworker on the other end. "Yeah, I don't think I should come into work today--yes I'm feeling worse than I did yesterday [hack hack]. Mmm hm, yeah sure thing--yeah I should drink more tea..."
An hour later, my honey and I were ordering eggs benedict at the Uptown Diner. No, the new Uptown Diner. No no, the newest one at its latest loca--oh never mind. Eggs bennie were scrumptious.
The boyfriend left for work and I rendezvoused with another love: book stores. At Border's, I picked up a colossal-sized thesaurus. (Where do you think I got 'colossal'?) Bought two shiny new magazines, Vodka (premier issue) and Wallpaper Navigator. The name 'Vodka' caught my eye. The fresh designs made me pause to thumb through it. A mix of article topics like Korean cinema, porn queens and tapas pushed me to buy it. I bought the Wallpaper 'cause it includes "the world's coolest cities." Urban Nirvana. Salivation Central. If I can't be there in body, at least I can be there in glorious, 4-color, glossied spirit.
Popped into Booksmart and loaded up on enough memoirs to last me through the summer. I checked out Via's Vintage wear for the first time. I don't use this word too often, but it's very fitting (no pun intended); It's fabulous. Not a lover of all-things-vintage, I do, however, adore the clean A-lines of 50s and 60s dresses. Loud, tacky designs I can live without. Slurped down a refreshing strawberry/banana smoothie from Caribou and I was back at my doorstep. And who do I find crouching in my mailbox? Tarantino, Depp, Hope Davis, Alexander Payne! Four juicy films sent from netflix. And hey, no bills!
I--I don't know where to start. Magazines, no, a book! No, a movie--no, magazine... [smacking lips] maybe I want some salt and vinegar chips.
Today was the best sick day ever. Well, yesterday should have been my sick day as I was hacking up phlegm and croaking out questions in a bare whisper. I took today off just as a precaution. That and it was supposed to be 60 degrees today.
I woke up at my usual time for work to make The Call. Testing my voice a few seconds before dialing, I achieved just the right amount of 'scratchy' in the vocal cords to invoke sympathy from the coworker on the other end. "Yeah, I don't think I should come into work today--yes I'm feeling worse than I did yesterday [hack hack]. Mmm hm, yeah sure thing--yeah I should drink more tea..."
An hour later, my honey and I were ordering eggs benedict at the Uptown Diner. No, the new Uptown Diner. No no, the newest one at its latest loca--oh never mind. Eggs bennie were scrumptious.
The boyfriend left for work and I rendezvoused with another love: book stores. At Border's, I picked up a colossal-sized thesaurus. (Where do you think I got 'colossal'?) Bought two shiny new magazines, Vodka (premier issue) and Wallpaper Navigator. The name 'Vodka' caught my eye. The fresh designs made me pause to thumb through it. A mix of article topics like Korean cinema, porn queens and tapas pushed me to buy it. I bought the Wallpaper 'cause it includes "the world's coolest cities." Urban Nirvana. Salivation Central. If I can't be there in body, at least I can be there in glorious, 4-color, glossied spirit.
Popped into Booksmart and loaded up on enough memoirs to last me through the summer. I checked out Via's Vintage wear for the first time. I don't use this word too often, but it's very fitting (no pun intended); It's fabulous. Not a lover of all-things-vintage, I do, however, adore the clean A-lines of 50s and 60s dresses. Loud, tacky designs I can live without. Slurped down a refreshing strawberry/banana smoothie from Caribou and I was back at my doorstep. And who do I find crouching in my mailbox? Tarantino, Depp, Hope Davis, Alexander Payne! Four juicy films sent from netflix. And hey, no bills!
I--I don't know where to start. Magazines, no, a book! No, a movie--no, magazine... [smacking lips] maybe I want some salt and vinegar chips.
