Like Fish

Last night the better-half and I went in search of a gift for my sister for her graduation on Sunday. We went to the new “lifestyle center” (what utter bullshit–who thought of that stupid name?) in the West End and we’ve decided that two people who basically hate to shop should not be allowed to get together to shop. But, we gave it our best shot which basically meant walking around saying things like “no, not that”, “i hate this place”, “what are we going to do about dinner”, “i should have just ordered it off the internet, when has it ever failed me”. It didn’t help that we were dressed nearly identically (both wearing golf shirts and jeans) and that we’re the geekiest shopping-impaired couple ever. While we were making our way towards (but not into) one of the big department stores, a group of teen girls scuffed, scuffed, scuffed along behind us and eventually passed us. The better-half said they traveled like a school of fish. I snarled that at least one of them should learn how to lift their feet when they walk. Clearly, we needed to get back in the car.

We stopped at World Market and found they had tons and tons of Stump Jump, our new favorite wine. It was a great price and, really, we should have purchased a whole case but we saved some for everyone else by only getting four bottles.

Then we ate dinner at Dot’s Back Inn and witnessed the tail end of a dramatic toss-out of some unsavory clientele by the petite (woman) owner. The bad boys left pretty quietly and I remarked they were smart to leave because I think nearly everyone in the place would have stood up and helped the owner toss them out (it is one of those neighborhood places). I don’t really know what got her so pissed off but she wasn’t taking any crap.

Today, the better-half found what we were looking for as a gift for my sister (while cruising around online). We found a store at the other “lifestyle center” and went there during lunch and purchased the magnificent gift. And, we ate at Chipotle–yum.