1. There’s nothing quite as humbling (depressing) as
- finally admitting to yourself (and only doing so because you truly no longer have even an inch of closet space) that the goal to fit into the size _ clothes you’ve been hanging onto for the past 3 years (okay fine, 4 years) keeps not getting met, and then
- filling 3 full bags of amazingly small-looking clothes and
- loading them up to take to the Salvation Army, (all the while berating yourself for the fact that you just can’t seem to muster the fervor you once had for those crazy newfangled hippie things like watching your weight and getting regular exercise and blah blah blah.)
2. Scene from Saturday: me and C-Nor, (after deciding to re-create our first date),
- going for gyros and fries at Uncle Pete’s in Moline mmmmmmmmm,
- then going for a walk along the Mississippi as an effort to burn off some calories—
- and then stopping mid-walk, reaching into the pocket of C-Nor’s red hooded sweatshirt, and pulling out the frosted-ghosts-with-M&M-eyes gingerbread cookies that his mom made for Halloween, and
- laughing as we shared them in the middle of the sidewalk. (Hey, at least we talked on the walk back to the car about purchasing a Wii Fit.)
A few other weekend highlights:
1) I got my picture taken with R2D2.*
(Wonder if he’s got a cousin called H1N1? – hayo!)
* why am I cut off in the middle in this picture, you ask?
Because Chris took it when I wasn’t ready yet, and the resulting snapshot makes me look as if I was caught in the middle of the biggest sneeze in history.
Or a person with a spastic, tremor-having problem caught in the middle of the biggest sneeze in history.
Chris is attempting to blackmail me with it.
“This,” he said when he saw the picture, “may be the very reason I decide to start back up on Facebook.”
2. Anyway, we saw this little guy moving up and down the street outside a comic book store in Rock Island.
When we went inside, I tried to be a good girlfriend and actually learn about and appreciate the comic book store culture.
I managed to make it in there for about 10 minutes, even. Maybe 15.
But how can you blame me for what happened next?
I discovered this store right next door, Fred & Ethel’s Retro Antiques. I meant right next door.
So, of course, I ditched the nerd cove and went to Fred & Ethel’s.
I expected to like it, because I love retro stuff. But I did not expect to love this store so much that I wanted to take my clothes off and roll around naked in all of its merchandise.
I am a total ho’ for vintage anything.
(Well except maybe comic books).
Tags: Dining Deprivation
