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Apr. 28th, 2004 10:17 pmI went shopping today, with my friend C, who's graduating from her program this year (we hope) and her grad is this Friday. We were dress shopping.
Blah, blah, didn't find a decent dress under $400, blah, blah. And, horror of horrors, an Old Navy is opening in the Centre Eaton. Naturally, I thought of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moireach.
We stopped for C to look at some shoes/purses, and this salesguy comes up and says there are more purses like that for 50% off, and then they had a short conversation about money or something, due to the sale (I had sort of tuned out) and then he said that he'd bought his Super 7 (lottery game) ticket, so that's what he was going to focus on. C was like "What would you do if you won? Quit?"
He said he'd stay, and I'm all "store loyalty!" and he laughed and was all, "no, I'd just be so BORED!" and then he asked C what she'd do. She said she didn't know. I said I'd pay off my debts.
"And then?" he asked.
"Pay off my other debts."
And we laughed and continued the conversation for a minute.
(This comes up later on in my story.)
Dinner. Was nearly peppered to death. Blah, blah. (Although, hey, nice little Italian place with great atmosphere that I know of, now.)
Walking to the metro station, C and I passed a building with full-grown tulips sitting in planters at about chest height. She stops and goes to look, and I'm like "Oooh! Tulips! Wanna tiptoe through them?" I joked. She laughed, we kept walking.
A young man in front of us stopped, suddenly (he'd been walking towards us), and uprooted a tulip, came up to us and offered the tulip to me.
"Une signe d'amitié," he said nervously, and walked off. (ETA: Translation: "A sign of friendship.")
I'm like "Dude," and was all stunned. I then offered my freshly-uprooted tulip to C, because what the hell am I going to do with a tulip, and she's like, "nah, we should replant it." So we did, and walked on towards the metro.
In the metro, C is looking at her reflection in the windows of the train, and says "I look like ass."
C does not ever look like ass. C is pretty hot. I'm like "You do not look like ass."
"The guy gave YOU the tulip."
I opened my mouth to argue and realized she had a point.
"Okay, yes, but--"
"And the guy at the shoestore was all interested in what you'd do with $30 million."
"Yeah, but you don't argue with a lesbian over the matter of whether or not a woman is attractive."
She chuckled, and, as we'd reached her stop, she waved and stepped off the metro.
It was a good day, if you can ignore my mother and her bitching and the incredible stress I suddenly feel like I'm under, even though I'm OUT of school.
Blah, blah, didn't find a decent dress under $400, blah, blah. And, horror of horrors, an Old Navy is opening in the Centre Eaton. Naturally, I thought of
moireach.We stopped for C to look at some shoes/purses, and this salesguy comes up and says there are more purses like that for 50% off, and then they had a short conversation about money or something, due to the sale (I had sort of tuned out) and then he said that he'd bought his Super 7 (lottery game) ticket, so that's what he was going to focus on. C was like "What would you do if you won? Quit?"
He said he'd stay, and I'm all "store loyalty!" and he laughed and was all, "no, I'd just be so BORED!" and then he asked C what she'd do. She said she didn't know. I said I'd pay off my debts.
"And then?" he asked.
"Pay off my other debts."
And we laughed and continued the conversation for a minute.
(This comes up later on in my story.)
Dinner. Was nearly peppered to death. Blah, blah. (Although, hey, nice little Italian place with great atmosphere that I know of, now.)
Walking to the metro station, C and I passed a building with full-grown tulips sitting in planters at about chest height. She stops and goes to look, and I'm like "Oooh! Tulips! Wanna tiptoe through them?" I joked. She laughed, we kept walking.
A young man in front of us stopped, suddenly (he'd been walking towards us), and uprooted a tulip, came up to us and offered the tulip to me.
"Une signe d'amitié," he said nervously, and walked off. (ETA: Translation: "A sign of friendship.")
I'm like "Dude," and was all stunned. I then offered my freshly-uprooted tulip to C, because what the hell am I going to do with a tulip, and she's like, "nah, we should replant it." So we did, and walked on towards the metro.
In the metro, C is looking at her reflection in the windows of the train, and says "I look like ass."
C does not ever look like ass. C is pretty hot. I'm like "You do not look like ass."
"The guy gave YOU the tulip."
I opened my mouth to argue and realized she had a point.
"Okay, yes, but--"
"And the guy at the shoestore was all interested in what you'd do with $30 million."
"Yeah, but you don't argue with a lesbian over the matter of whether or not a woman is attractive."
She chuckled, and, as we'd reached her stop, she waved and stepped off the metro.
It was a good day, if you can ignore my mother and her bitching and the incredible stress I suddenly feel like I'm under, even though I'm OUT of school.
