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Time keeps getting away from me. Also I'm having a depressive spike. I think the two are related.
This weekend I scratched another state off the list of ones I've been physically in for more than 10 seconds and for more than just an airplane change: that would be Maine. Drew and I (plus his mom) drove up to Bangor to attend his cousin's wedding. Maine is certainly a state, lol. On the road to the inn where the wedding was held we passed a gun shop, a fireworks shop, a minigolf place
another gun shop, a daycare, a gun AND fireworks shop, some woods and a gun and swords shop. Had we passed a gun shop/buffet I wouldn't have been surprised, especially as Drew's cousin had told me she'd bought her dress at a gun/bridal shop. Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikes, y'all. Anyway, aside from a constant low grade fear of obviously gun-toting white people and moose, there was some very pretty forests that I regret not seeing two weeks from now and then there's the bits of 95 where the speed limit rises to 70. Kinda sorry I didn't get to drive at all during this trip, I'da loved to have the cruise control casually set to 80.
This weekend was also Fisher Price® My First Casino™. I have concluded definitively that they are Not. My. Thing. Give me a good video game or pinball arcade over that any day. I mean, you're still losing your money, but at least you get to DO something while you bleed currency, and if you beat whatever high score is on the board... at least you earned that instead of leaving it up to random chance. So since I was not at all interested in the gambling at all I paid attention to other things while we were there, like the loud carpets, the uniformly 20-something leggy girls serving drinks, noting that a lot of the the slot machines were made by the same companies that make video game cabinets and pinball tables (interesting, that). But yeah I think I was in there all of 20 minutes before I was all yeah no lets get out of here.
The drive back was actually nicer. Mostly because we were leaving Bangor, I think, lol but also we were without Drew's mom, and I do enjoy long car trips with just him. Also because my favorite plaid shirt had about had it and I was pretty sure I'd never get the opportunity again, I decided we should stop at the LL Bean flagship, since it was on the way. It was very much like going to Yankee Candle, except with more taxidermied animals, camo and guns.* There was a moment or two where I desperately wanted to break into the bit of "Gaston" where he brags "I use antlers in all of my DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECORATING!" because they literally do throughout the store. Most of the chandeliers are fetchingly arranged moose antlers, I shit you not.
Anyway the surprise bonus of the trip - I meant to go in, grab the same flannel shirt, pay for it and get out (I've never been one to linger over clothes shopping), but I grossly underestimated that 100% satisfaction lifetime guarantee thing they like to stress in their advertising to the point where I'm glad I was wearing my raggedy old shirt into the store when I was buying the replacement, because the guy checking me out saw my elbow poking out of my old shirt and asked me if it was the same shirt I was buying. When I cheerfully informed him that yes, I was replacing it, he handed back my card and told me to take the shirt to Customer Service for an exchange. Meanwhile I'm like "Cracka, whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat" cause come on, it's a five (six?) year old shirt, one expects these things to wear out eventually right? But nope, the second guy at customer service was all "oh yeah no problem, gimme your old one" and tl;dr free damn shirt. For the motherfucking win.
So uh, yeah, note to all of you, if you have old worn out LL Bean stuff, send it back to them because they are SERIOUS about replacing that stuff. I'm a bit boggled by the concept of essentially paying for one shirt pretty much for life, but there you go. Also they're bringing back purple into their classic backpack line next month so I'm all like oooooooooh! cause goddamn it the cat peed in both of my messenger bags. >_< and I've missed having an actual backpack to schlub stuff around in. Though note to self, this time when the backpack wears out, send it the hell back instead of throwing it out!
Other than than, not much doing. That trip is over with, the Tassel Tussle is done, and other than rustling up kittens for the next show (Cause that's my job now lol) I don't have to worry about that. Weekend after next I'm supposed to be driving RoyJr's car from CT to the Vineyard; I'ma crash there overnight at the Barbie Dream House and have a pre-birthday sort of breather by the water, and head back the following day. And then there's Spookhouse next month - the gang is throwing what is shaping up to be an EPIC Halloween party in honor of the Atramors coming back east to visit. While I have no earthly idea what the hell I'm doing for it, Drew and I have decided what he's going as and I'm having an obscene amount of fun plotting the construction of that costume. (It's a surprise - and MAN I'm going to have trouble keeping it under my hat because it's gonna be epic.) Life just goes right now, and while I'm annoyed with myself for not doing anything huge and life-changing, what I may need to do is coast on the current for a little while until my feet touch bottom again.
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* There were a LOT of guns on this trip. Mostly implied guns, but still. It did not exactly make me feel either safe or comfortable. Weirdly enough I didn't mind it too much in the LLBean store, as opposed to anywhere else, but... yeeesh.
This weekend I scratched another state off the list of ones I've been physically in for more than 10 seconds and for more than just an airplane change: that would be Maine. Drew and I (plus his mom) drove up to Bangor to attend his cousin's wedding. Maine is certainly a state, lol. On the road to the inn where the wedding was held we passed a gun shop, a fireworks shop, a minigolf place
another gun shop, a daycare, a gun AND fireworks shop, some woods and a gun and swords shop. Had we passed a gun shop/buffet I wouldn't have been surprised, especially as Drew's cousin had told me she'd bought her dress at a gun/bridal shop. Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikes, y'all. Anyway, aside from a constant low grade fear of obviously gun-toting white people and moose, there was some very pretty forests that I regret not seeing two weeks from now and then there's the bits of 95 where the speed limit rises to 70. Kinda sorry I didn't get to drive at all during this trip, I'da loved to have the cruise control casually set to 80.
This weekend was also Fisher Price® My First Casino™. I have concluded definitively that they are Not. My. Thing. Give me a good video game or pinball arcade over that any day. I mean, you're still losing your money, but at least you get to DO something while you bleed currency, and if you beat whatever high score is on the board... at least you earned that instead of leaving it up to random chance. So since I was not at all interested in the gambling at all I paid attention to other things while we were there, like the loud carpets, the uniformly 20-something leggy girls serving drinks, noting that a lot of the the slot machines were made by the same companies that make video game cabinets and pinball tables (interesting, that). But yeah I think I was in there all of 20 minutes before I was all yeah no lets get out of here.
The drive back was actually nicer. Mostly because we were leaving Bangor, I think, lol but also we were without Drew's mom, and I do enjoy long car trips with just him. Also because my favorite plaid shirt had about had it and I was pretty sure I'd never get the opportunity again, I decided we should stop at the LL Bean flagship, since it was on the way. It was very much like going to Yankee Candle, except with more taxidermied animals, camo and guns.* There was a moment or two where I desperately wanted to break into the bit of "Gaston" where he brags "I use antlers in all of my DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECORATING!" because they literally do throughout the store. Most of the chandeliers are fetchingly arranged moose antlers, I shit you not.
Anyway the surprise bonus of the trip - I meant to go in, grab the same flannel shirt, pay for it and get out (I've never been one to linger over clothes shopping), but I grossly underestimated that 100% satisfaction lifetime guarantee thing they like to stress in their advertising to the point where I'm glad I was wearing my raggedy old shirt into the store when I was buying the replacement, because the guy checking me out saw my elbow poking out of my old shirt and asked me if it was the same shirt I was buying. When I cheerfully informed him that yes, I was replacing it, he handed back my card and told me to take the shirt to Customer Service for an exchange. Meanwhile I'm like "Cracka, whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat" cause come on, it's a five (six?) year old shirt, one expects these things to wear out eventually right? But nope, the second guy at customer service was all "oh yeah no problem, gimme your old one" and tl;dr free damn shirt. For the motherfucking win.
So uh, yeah, note to all of you, if you have old worn out LL Bean stuff, send it back to them because they are SERIOUS about replacing that stuff. I'm a bit boggled by the concept of essentially paying for one shirt pretty much for life, but there you go. Also they're bringing back purple into their classic backpack line next month so I'm all like oooooooooh! cause goddamn it the cat peed in both of my messenger bags. >_< and I've missed having an actual backpack to schlub stuff around in. Though note to self, this time when the backpack wears out, send it the hell back instead of throwing it out!
Other than than, not much doing. That trip is over with, the Tassel Tussle is done, and other than rustling up kittens for the next show (Cause that's my job now lol) I don't have to worry about that. Weekend after next I'm supposed to be driving RoyJr's car from CT to the Vineyard; I'ma crash there overnight at the Barbie Dream House and have a pre-birthday sort of breather by the water, and head back the following day. And then there's Spookhouse next month - the gang is throwing what is shaping up to be an EPIC Halloween party in honor of the Atramors coming back east to visit. While I have no earthly idea what the hell I'm doing for it, Drew and I have decided what he's going as and I'm having an obscene amount of fun plotting the construction of that costume. (It's a surprise - and MAN I'm going to have trouble keeping it under my hat because it's gonna be epic.) Life just goes right now, and while I'm annoyed with myself for not doing anything huge and life-changing, what I may need to do is coast on the current for a little while until my feet touch bottom again.
As a signoff, here's
omgwtfaninja's cats in a trailer:* There were a LOT of guns on this trip. Mostly implied guns, but still. It did not exactly make me feel either safe or comfortable. Weirdly enough I didn't mind it too much in the LLBean store, as opposed to anywhere else, but... yeeesh.
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Date: 2014-09-24 01:23 pm (UTC)From:I love LL Bean. You've just reminded me I wanted to put in an order to them.
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Date: 2014-09-24 02:54 pm (UTC)From:And wow about LL Bean! I thought that was a rumor, but now it's been proven true... wow. :p
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Date: 2014-09-24 09:33 pm (UTC)From:I didn't know that about L L Bean! Cool!
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