consumer rambling

in the blissful hysteria that characterized my frenetic dash around lakeview this afternoon, having survived yet another marathon of standardized testing, i found another opportunity to basque in consumerism and draw meaning from the meaningless.

first stop: $1.99 dry cleaner where i dropped a pile of sweaters that were, let's just say it, disgusting.

then on to the bank where they seem to have gotten rid of drive-through tellers altogether, resulting in alot of fumbling with envelopes and such as i deposited off the annual hanukkah check from my parents (which, in theory, is to be spent on new laptop, but in fact, is getting spent on piecemeal on various other more impulsive purchases like mascara

mad dash through the housewares store in search only of cheese cloth (yes, i really do have use for such an item), nonetheless walking out with arms full of other kitchen items that i suddenly couldn't live without (am i really going to use a rolling pin?).

moving on to marshall's to get the socks that i abandoned this weekend when faced with the grim prospect of waiting in the pre-christmas saturday afternoon line. there i acquired a pair of sparkly j-lo brand sunglasses to replace my sadly defunct pink faux dolce & gabanna (purchased at the sadly defunct french market in new orleans) and engaged in a bizarre silent war in the purse isle with a fabulous little asian girl who seemed convinced that i was after the dooney and burke purse that she had her eye on. it was particularly silly since #1) dooney and burke purses are way out of my price range, even at marshall's, and #2) they're ugly and #3) scary girl didn't actually know which purse she wanted but was gripped by the overwhelming fear of my finding it first.

last stop: liquor store, to assemble the accoutrements needed for spiced wine (i told you i had a use for cheese cloth). i blame my blogmate (with whom i was chatting on the phone) for the frenzy of christmas beer buying that ensued- suddenly i had to find out if honey-apple beer is really yummy or really disgusting. $100 later, after shamelessly flirting with a nice looking guy in scrubs (who sadly turned out to be a med student- no surgeon for me), i walked out of binny's ready to go on a good old fashioned drinking binge.

back home, i unloaded the car and asked myself, "does lugging a big-ass box of booze up the stairs count as exercise?"