Shopping is a major event for Lady C. Believe it or not, I really dont mind. The only conflict that we have is that I, of course, KNOW exactly what I am looking for, where to purchase it, and how quickly I can complete the task. This reasonably, is due to the fact of "I got no mo' nuff time fo' surf!!" So time is my premium. Matter of factly, when I die, I am having Lady C call death, 'cause for sure I will live a long time more, she takes sooooo long.
Now that I have ventured sufficiently off-track, the meat, if you would.
Las Vegas has a array of outlets, that (I guess) have prices much cheaper than everything In Alohaland. I never argue this point. Reason is, I will lose that discussion. In reality, I have yet to see ANYTHING that is really that much cheaper than deals at home. (except for shoes, but being that I believe it is a SIN to wear them, cost matters nada to me) Lady C feels that valuable gambling and Heineken consumption time are to be used in a shopping fashion, is a discussion I will lose, so, no question , we go. Back to our differences in shopping. Like I related, I go for the quick kill. Lady C draws it out like a Masatadon Hunt. Hours, Eons, Centuries draw by. I kill time by mosying around reeking havoc with the sales people. Good havoc. See, I am on vacation, thereby, I have nothing but happiness in my heart. 345 days of friggin work a year messes with yer mind, dontcha know.
And you can never have MORE fun than being male in a Victorias Secret shop, on vacation. Lady sales crews in a large store not knowing that my better half is shopping for Bras an aisle away, have NO idea what they are in for upon approach. But I do. No malice, but fun. No rude behavoir, but, like I said, fun. "Do you have these in a Green Apple color?", -or- "These are exactly...What?" Granted, the ladies are helpful, kind and professional. Not to mention, stunning. My havoc here over, I ask the skipper shopper, if I may browse the arena to which I am banished. Assuring her that I will not seek out adult beverages, I skulk out of the best smelling place in the world.
Onward! Perusing the crowd, I watch oldsters with young 'uns, tourists, gang members, really well-dressed folk, (something formal about shopping on the mainland, I guess) a virtual cornicpoia of humanity. I relish it. Wander here and there. Pick up some goofy stuff for the Maile-girl, and assorted crappola for her brothers. Seemingly HOURS later, we meet up, and I carry the motherlode to the car.
Back to the Casino time!
On the drive there, Lady C decides that she hasnt seen the Primm Outlets. So as we pull up to the valet, she asks the man where/how/directions, Etc. Lady C, one who never backs off a challenge, decides to solo it on her own. "Are you SURE?" I ask. "Yeah. I can handle, the valet spelled it all out" OK. Call me, if anything.
A few hours later.
"rinnnnnng.....rinnggggg"
Me - "Hey, kiddo whats up?"
Lady C - "The sign says I am on my way to CALIFORNIA, MMMMAAAARRRKKK!"
Me - (stifiling a laugh, yet concerned, as I am not SURE where the hell she is) OK, calm down, it is alright, where are you? And are you headed North, South, East or West?, And what freeway are you on?!"
Long tale short, she went too far, got turned around more than once, and 10 cell calls and an hour or two later, she is back in my arms.
Blaming me, of course.
All in good fun, 'tho
She aint getting outta my sight this time.
Aloha!
1 comment:
ahhh...you gotta try the new outlets, it's close by. Premium? Something like that. I can't remember the name, but it's really close to downtown. Got Quiksilver, Billabong, Oakley (?) (some shades brand), Nike, Pac Sun, and a whole bunch of other shops. I thought I died and went to heaven.
Don't even bother with Barstow, it's like a ghost town, half the stores are closed
have fun! Sounds like you are working yourself up to a fun vacay
Post a Comment