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When the Girls Are Falling All Over
Oct. 24th, 2004 10:48 pmOn my continuing hot streak of social activity, I went to dinner with Jerry (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
goofycubb), and then we went back to his place to watch Desperate Housewives. Its really the best new show. This afternoon I watched a couple of episodes of Lost, which looks really good. I wish it wasn't on the same time as Smallville.
Otherwise, I spent time doing cardio, in a sort of non-clinical way. I went to two different malls to walk. Saturday I went out to Katy Mills, a far out outlet mall, both shopping and walking. Thought the mall isn't that far away, I hadn't been out there, and now I know why. There's absolutely nothing worth wearing there. I walked the Galleria today. different crowd, more international than suburban, more metro than suburban. Lots of teens in both. Still, more people than I want.
I chose the mall instead of the park because I wanted to look at some clothes, which I didn't find. I also wanted air-conditioned comfort, which I got. It was still hovering around 90 outside, and humid, which is getting tiresome. I'd really like some fall weather.
The Galleria was probably the better workout because of the stairs. Katy Mills, like the Katy Prairie it's built on is flat.
I did see the Carhart jacket I was considering at the Bass Pro Shop store, otherwise known as NASCAR fashion central. It looked good, and really, it wasn't that bad, but it was a bit more than I wanted to spend, and a lot heavier than I thought it was going to be. That's the problem with online shopping. Things look good, but they aren't always right. Still, I tend to find better shirts online. Most of the stuff in shores just looks funky, it's cheap, thin and the fashions are just weird.
I guess I'm hard to please, so I will look online for stuff I like. I like solid colors. I like dark colors, blues, reds, greens, and I like plaids. I'm seeing more stripes and more pinks and browns - kind of late 80's pallets, looking like a bad Baskin-Robbins. So there you go, personal style from Mike.
Meanwhile, I took a long drive from Katy Mills to my frat brothers Dawn and John's house for their Halloween party in Pearland. That put me through three counties and let me listen to several innings of the World Series. It was relaxing.
The party was more, weird. It was filled with people from their work, so I knew no-one else. Dawn played hostess, and John primarily stayed with me. I told him I felt guilty for taking up his time, but he said that it was nice to talk to me, we hadn't done it in some time. It was true. I wasn't forcing him to do anything. i was forcing myself to be there. He kept coming back to talk.
If he didn't come back, I would have left a lot earlier. It wasn't a real comfortable spot, as most of the people had nothing in common with me. There was a moment that I talked baseball with someone else, but that was it. Still, I wasn't trying to take all of John's time.
It's sad when life, and responsibility, and other relationships get in the way, but it happens.
It was a large room of drunk straight people. Only one (besides John) was hot, not that I would have done anything about that. John and I watched as some of the girls were getting drunker and drunker, and falling over in their fuck-me-pumps. Welcome to Halloween, were even the married crowd can be girls gone wild.
John was getting a little tipsy himself. I, now on a few medications to stave off diabetes don't drink much, wasn't drinking then, listen as he told me about a few stories they could use on the next episode of Desperate Housewives. We're all a little more devious than the clean image we'd like to portray, aren't we?
Tomorrow I head out for jury duty in the suburbs. I've decided to go with my "I'm Blogging This" T-shirt to scare them that I may break gag rules and be too nerdy to boot. I thought about buying John Stewart's book, too, but I resisted. It would be the perfect counter-culture punch, I suppose.
I needed to go buy milk and juice(from concentrate!) on the way home tonight, and realized when I got home that I only got the milk. I guess the guy failed to put the juice in the bag, and I'm out a couple of bucks. Oh well.
goofycubb), and then we went back to his place to watch Desperate Housewives. Its really the best new show. This afternoon I watched a couple of episodes of Lost, which looks really good. I wish it wasn't on the same time as Smallville. Otherwise, I spent time doing cardio, in a sort of non-clinical way. I went to two different malls to walk. Saturday I went out to Katy Mills, a far out outlet mall, both shopping and walking. Thought the mall isn't that far away, I hadn't been out there, and now I know why. There's absolutely nothing worth wearing there. I walked the Galleria today. different crowd, more international than suburban, more metro than suburban. Lots of teens in both. Still, more people than I want.
I chose the mall instead of the park because I wanted to look at some clothes, which I didn't find. I also wanted air-conditioned comfort, which I got. It was still hovering around 90 outside, and humid, which is getting tiresome. I'd really like some fall weather.
The Galleria was probably the better workout because of the stairs. Katy Mills, like the Katy Prairie it's built on is flat.
I did see the Carhart jacket I was considering at the Bass Pro Shop store, otherwise known as NASCAR fashion central. It looked good, and really, it wasn't that bad, but it was a bit more than I wanted to spend, and a lot heavier than I thought it was going to be. That's the problem with online shopping. Things look good, but they aren't always right. Still, I tend to find better shirts online. Most of the stuff in shores just looks funky, it's cheap, thin and the fashions are just weird.
I guess I'm hard to please, so I will look online for stuff I like. I like solid colors. I like dark colors, blues, reds, greens, and I like plaids. I'm seeing more stripes and more pinks and browns - kind of late 80's pallets, looking like a bad Baskin-Robbins. So there you go, personal style from Mike.
Meanwhile, I took a long drive from Katy Mills to my frat brothers Dawn and John's house for their Halloween party in Pearland. That put me through three counties and let me listen to several innings of the World Series. It was relaxing.
The party was more, weird. It was filled with people from their work, so I knew no-one else. Dawn played hostess, and John primarily stayed with me. I told him I felt guilty for taking up his time, but he said that it was nice to talk to me, we hadn't done it in some time. It was true. I wasn't forcing him to do anything. i was forcing myself to be there. He kept coming back to talk.
If he didn't come back, I would have left a lot earlier. It wasn't a real comfortable spot, as most of the people had nothing in common with me. There was a moment that I talked baseball with someone else, but that was it. Still, I wasn't trying to take all of John's time.
It's sad when life, and responsibility, and other relationships get in the way, but it happens.
It was a large room of drunk straight people. Only one (besides John) was hot, not that I would have done anything about that. John and I watched as some of the girls were getting drunker and drunker, and falling over in their fuck-me-pumps. Welcome to Halloween, were even the married crowd can be girls gone wild.
John was getting a little tipsy himself. I, now on a few medications to stave off diabetes don't drink much, wasn't drinking then, listen as he told me about a few stories they could use on the next episode of Desperate Housewives. We're all a little more devious than the clean image we'd like to portray, aren't we?
Tomorrow I head out for jury duty in the suburbs. I've decided to go with my "I'm Blogging This" T-shirt to scare them that I may break gag rules and be too nerdy to boot. I thought about buying John Stewart's book, too, but I resisted. It would be the perfect counter-culture punch, I suppose.
I needed to go buy milk and juice(from concentrate!) on the way home tonight, and realized when I got home that I only got the milk. I guess the guy failed to put the juice in the bag, and I'm out a couple of bucks. Oh well.
