Hot Child in the City

Day Twenty

Yesterday was a bit of a disaster. Of course, it wasn't anyone's fault but my own accident-prone ass.

I decided to go trinket-shopping in Chinatown. I broke my sunglasses and needed a new pair and I want some NYC stationary and I have a couple people to buy presents for, so it seemed like a good place to go.

I got off the train at the Canal Street station, but when I climbed out of the station I had no clue where I was. Chinatown was nowhere in sight. Using my usually dependable sense of direction, I just picked a street and started walking. I actually ended up in not only an area I recognized, but one from which I knew the direction of Canal Street.

I was in SoHo, so I spent a bit of time shopping along the way. This is when the disaster began. I don't remember many of the store names, as most of them were little boutiques and stuff. I didn't really see anything I liked until I entered this one store, but I ended up having to rush out in embarassment after I mistook a mirror for a doorway into another room and RAN INTO THE MIRROR. So that's special.

I went into a couple other stores, still not really seeing anything. But then I walked into a store that looked pretty promising called Dirty Jane's/Sloppy Joe's, which is affiliated with Yellow Rat Bastard. Unfortunately, one of the first things I saw was a wife beater (for lack of a better description) that actually had the words "Wife Beater" written on it. I immediately walked out and will NEVER go back in there OR Yellow Rat Bastard.

I ended up buying two shirts on clearance at Chill on Broadway, one white tank top with pretty silver bangles on it and one light pink t-shirt that's kind of sheer, so has potential to be very girl-next-door sexy.

And then I reached Canal Street.

It turned out most of the sunglasses were absolutely ridiculous looking - most of them were knockoffs of those awful huge things that are hot in Hollywood right now. You know, the ones that the Olsen twins wear that make their heads look even tinier than they already are. I didn't find any that weren't completely ridiculous AND had brown lenses (VERY important - black ones make the world look ashy) until over an hour later.

At one point I was looking at a rack of sunglasses when this HUGE woman (we're talking Roseanne size) decided that my foot was a nice place to rest hers and she just STOOD THERE for like a minute. I continuously informed her that she was STANDING ON MY FOOT, but she didn't speak any English or something, because she didn't budge. Finally, in huge amounts of pain, I shoved her off of me (a mere nudge would not have worked) right into the rack of sunglasses. She knocked it over and took my toenail with her. She started yelling at me in some foreign language, but I just told her to fuck off (English I'm sure even she could understand) and got the hell out of dodge.

Keep in mind that it was over 90* out and nowhere in Chinatown has air conditioning, and now not only was I SOAKING in sweat, but bleeding from the foot.

Being the die-hard shopper I am, I decided to continue on my quest. However, I was too fed up with the day in general to actually decide to buy anything. I saw a couple shirts I liked, but didn't want to dig through all of them looking for my size or the size of those I wanted to buy for. Then I found a really cool necklace I liked in a bunch of different colors, but by the time I figured out what color I wanted, I was too lazy to search for matching earrings (a must for me). Also, I was dragging my feet, and so I kept stubbing my already-injured toe every time I entered a "store" that had a one-inch entrance step. Elke wants to go purse shopping down there one day, so I'll buy all those things I missed out on when I go back with her.

I worked my way back to Spring Street station - finding the Canal Street station just didn't seem like an option at this point. I stopped in a few other stores, but it just wasn't in me anymore. I've been looking for the perfect pair of brown dress shoes and the perfect pair of flats, as heels aren't an option here because there's too much walking and not an option in Athens because there are too many hills. As I was entering the station I saw a woman wearing the most perfect shoes I have ever seen in my entire life and then I proceeded to chase her down so I could find out where she got them. I looked them up as soon as I got home I looked them up. Sadly, they're $90, but I think I might actually splurge and buy them tomorrow, just as long as they're not TOO uncomfortable. And believe me, they're much cuter in person than they are in the picture - the butterfly flaps when you walk.

When I got home I was so tired I was ready for bed, even though it was only 7.00. We went to Cleopatra's Needle for dinner and listened to the jazz show for a bit afterward. Then I got some fries from McDonald's on the way home, as I had a very, very serious craving for them.

I was still exhausted, so I was sound asleep by midnight (very early for me) and ended up getting 11 glorious hours of much-needed sleep.

posted by Megan @ 11:13 AM