For the purposes of this post, everytime the words "Mall of America" appear - you should just automatically insert the echo-y voice.
Today our events were at the Mall of America - what an adventure that was - literally. My manager and I got up early to get over there and get set up before bringing the girls over. Little did we know that we'd have to go through a security screening that would rival Fort Knox and then plunge into the bowels of the earth before making it to our ballroom. I mean - wow. I had to surrender my driver's license for the day.
We did make it, however, but that was only the beginning. Our ballroom was situation conveniently inside the amusement park. Luckily it had thick doors, so the roller coasters, masses of people, and annoying beeping horns from the kiddie rides didn't disturb our events.
During lunch Danielle and I rode the roller coaster. I almost threw up.
I bought something because, hello - we were at the Mall of America!
During the day, to try and preserve my sanity, I often communicate with my friends through various means i.e. phone, text, e-mail etc. My friends love me. A lot. I love my friends. A lot. But I've recently come to the conclusion that a lot of my friends have some serious issues. This makes them all the more endearing, of course, but it makes my heart hurt for them. I wish I could give them all a hug, make them a huge pan of brownies, and have a good cry before going to laugh our guts out while watching the white trash people who peruse the mall. And yes, even the Mall of America!
All of the wallets I've been able to find that I like cost approximately $129. Or they have plastic involved - I'm not ok with that. Or they are tri-fold. A bi-fold is thick enough, I don't need an extra fold, that would be superfluous. Maybe I should just cave in and get a boring leather bi-fold wallet from Wal-mart...
3 comments:
I'm thinking I might be one of the friends who has some serious issues, based solely on my subconscious and the dreams it provides to me every night. Last night I dreamed of a guy with the craziest mullet I've ever seen and I couldn't stop staring at him and his hair so he said, "Why don't you take a picture, it'll last longer!" And I said, "Okay, great!" and took a picture, and then said, "Now I can send this to Greg for his blog! It's true. I really dreamed that. Where's my pan of brownies? ;-)
Also, don't give in and get a wallet from Wal-Mart-- you deserve a wallet with much more character than that. Don't let The Man win.
Don't go for Wal-Mart. It will die quickly. Go for Kohls. They actually have pretty good stuff, and it's always on sale!
I find it interesting that we spend large amounts of money on places to keep said money. A bit of a conundrum, if you ask me.
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