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Apr. 12th, 2005 12:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I spent so much money today.
I spent way so very much money.
So yes. Went to Rochester this afternoon. It was lovely, it really was. I think about it and realize, i spent four years in Rochester, two of them with my very own car. I know that city better than I know any other. And I thought to myself, I could find pants there, and lo! I found pants there.
Where?
J.C. Penney.
it's not like Buffalo doesn't have a goddamn J.C. Penney or, like, eight.
But I don't know my way around them. And don't have the leisure to go wander around them by myself. Because I don't have a car.
I don't miss the Penguinmobile often, but sometimes I really just do.
So I had the car to myself, and went shopping.
First, I went to Land's End Inlet. Let me tell you about that.
I looked through the women's section, and the misses' and plus sizes just in case. No pants. One possible, and some cheap jeans that revealed themselves to be stealth capris. I fuckin' hate those things. You think they're normal pants and then you put them on and... it's not even like they're super-short. They're just too short enough that it's noticeable, but it doesn't look deliberate. I just look like some sort of high-waisted midget giant who can't find clothes that fit.
Grump grump grump. I digress.
So I wandered over to the Overstocks section and picked through endless pairs of... white jeans. Who the fuck wears white jeans? Nobody, apparently, or they wouldn't be on sale in the "Overstocks" section.
Finally I made my way over to the Not Quite Perfect section, which is mostly catalog returns. Sometimes there's not even anything wrong with them. So I poked around through the deep discounts, and discovered a number of the plushy terrycloth bathrobes I have long coveted, deeply deeply discounted. Like, Was $70 Is $20 discounted.
I decided I needed one.
So I combed through the ones in my size. Mostly they were white. Hm. White doesn't last long with me.
Finally I found one in navy.
I bought it.
The best part? They gave me a deeper discount because it is monogrammed.
It says, "Juanita".
YES.
I now have a bathrobe named Juanita.
Juanita is taking a bath just now but when she emerges from the dryer (on low, I know!) she and I may be hanging out.
(We used to mock Dave Lyons for having a bathrobe named "Dave". What a coincidence, I remember saying, that you and the robe have the same name. Does that ever confuse you, like when someone calls out to you and the robe answers instead?)
So anyhow.
Juanita.
Totally rules.
Am far, far too sleepy now to recount any of the rest of the marvellous fun I had, save to note that Record Archive's $5 used CDs still rock my world, and that I will be posting more creepy-pictures-I-think-are-purdy from Mt. Hope Cemetery. I wore stupid shoes, however, so I still haven't made my way down to the really beautiful part; it requires sneakers at least. I did find the gravestones of not one but two Civil War casualties under 23, though. And not one but two gravestones with lambs on them, for children. (It's so precious and yet disturbing and horrible to reflect that the grief of the long-dead was no less terrible at the time than ours is now. Most poignant, to me, are the large family gravestones with a cluster of tiny stones of children around them. Something about that... But it's a beautiful cemetery and I used to walk there a lot, so it's very familiar to go back and wander around and see the crocuses sprouting and reflect on the fleeting permanence of life and such. Also the smell of lichen.
I spent way so very much money.
So yes. Went to Rochester this afternoon. It was lovely, it really was. I think about it and realize, i spent four years in Rochester, two of them with my very own car. I know that city better than I know any other. And I thought to myself, I could find pants there, and lo! I found pants there.
Where?
J.C. Penney.
it's not like Buffalo doesn't have a goddamn J.C. Penney or, like, eight.
But I don't know my way around them. And don't have the leisure to go wander around them by myself. Because I don't have a car.
I don't miss the Penguinmobile often, but sometimes I really just do.
So I had the car to myself, and went shopping.
First, I went to Land's End Inlet. Let me tell you about that.
I looked through the women's section, and the misses' and plus sizes just in case. No pants. One possible, and some cheap jeans that revealed themselves to be stealth capris. I fuckin' hate those things. You think they're normal pants and then you put them on and... it's not even like they're super-short. They're just too short enough that it's noticeable, but it doesn't look deliberate. I just look like some sort of high-waisted midget giant who can't find clothes that fit.
Grump grump grump. I digress.
So I wandered over to the Overstocks section and picked through endless pairs of... white jeans. Who the fuck wears white jeans? Nobody, apparently, or they wouldn't be on sale in the "Overstocks" section.
Finally I made my way over to the Not Quite Perfect section, which is mostly catalog returns. Sometimes there's not even anything wrong with them. So I poked around through the deep discounts, and discovered a number of the plushy terrycloth bathrobes I have long coveted, deeply deeply discounted. Like, Was $70 Is $20 discounted.
I decided I needed one.
So I combed through the ones in my size. Mostly they were white. Hm. White doesn't last long with me.
Finally I found one in navy.
I bought it.
The best part? They gave me a deeper discount because it is monogrammed.
It says, "Juanita".
YES.
I now have a bathrobe named Juanita.
Juanita is taking a bath just now but when she emerges from the dryer (on low, I know!) she and I may be hanging out.
(We used to mock Dave Lyons for having a bathrobe named "Dave". What a coincidence, I remember saying, that you and the robe have the same name. Does that ever confuse you, like when someone calls out to you and the robe answers instead?)
So anyhow.
Juanita.
Totally rules.
Am far, far too sleepy now to recount any of the rest of the marvellous fun I had, save to note that Record Archive's $5 used CDs still rock my world, and that I will be posting more creepy-pictures-I-think-are-purdy from Mt. Hope Cemetery. I wore stupid shoes, however, so I still haven't made my way down to the really beautiful part; it requires sneakers at least. I did find the gravestones of not one but two Civil War casualties under 23, though. And not one but two gravestones with lambs on them, for children. (It's so precious and yet disturbing and horrible to reflect that the grief of the long-dead was no less terrible at the time than ours is now. Most poignant, to me, are the large family gravestones with a cluster of tiny stones of children around them. Something about that... But it's a beautiful cemetery and I used to walk there a lot, so it's very familiar to go back and wander around and see the crocuses sprouting and reflect on the fleeting permanence of life and such. Also the smell of lichen.
