Sunday, Sunday...
Oh, the weather was wacky today in the Big Apple. Humid, windy, by turns rainy and warm. Nothing like schizo weather. Yup, Fall is here. This sucks. We really didn't have a spring. I remember wearing sweaters and a coat in June, and now this....argh. Well, I'm hoping it's a loong Fall. I've got all these cute clothes that I never got a chance to wear. I'd like wear some of them before I unpack all those dreaded sweaters.

Met up with Nica today. It's so nice to hang out with her. She, Stefanie and I don't meet up a lot (well, life always gets in the way) but it's so easy for us to pick up the threads of our friendship and start nattering away as if it's only been a few days instead of oh, like a month.

Nica got her first cellphone. YIPPEE!! I know she loathes them, but they are nice to have around. Since I have an almost zero sense of direction, they've saved my butt many a time. I'm always calling either friends or a place and saying, "Um, where are you again? What landmark am I looking for??" At least with the Towers I knew where downtown was. The worst part about getting lost in the city is that I was born here.

Yes, I was born on E64th Street and god forbid if I had to find my way back there now, I'd get lost a few times, I know that. Funny thing is, throw me in a car, have me drive around and I have an unerring sense of direction and can figure out shortcuts etc., Put me on my home ground and make me walk...yeesh.

Getting back to the cell phone experience, we were talking to the sales guy, Sean and he mentioned that a phone was "really, really old." "Sean," I said, "That phone is only two years old." "Well," He replied. "That's really old for a phone." "Hmm, well Sean if a dog year equals 7 years in people time, are cell phone years double dog years??" He didn't have an answer for that.

Think about it, you buy a cell phone and in six months you have to buy a new one. This is worse than buying a PC. At least you can get a few years use out of them before they blow up in your face.

After that we went to Bloomies. I may hate department stores, but nothing beats Bloomies. It's different, it's fun and even if you get lost in there, the vibe is unrushed and relaxed, unlike Macy's. The few times I've ventured into Macy's, I've wanted to run out immediately. It's overcrowded, you can't navigate in there, they have all these weird sub levels to everything. When you're walking around they hide the exits. It's like being trapped in one of the circles of Hell. Maybe it is Hell?? I get itchy walking around in there. The only saving grace of that place is their cookware/kitchen department. They always have kickass sales on pots and pans. I'm a sucker for stainless steel pots.

I have a gift card to the big B, so Nica and I went and had a girl's lunch. Only problem is there were four restaurants to choose from. We checked them all out and decided to eat at the restaurant in the Men's Dept. Table service, wine and fries. That's a winning combo if I do say so myself.

Nica was my fshion commentator during the jean event. I don't think I've been in a store and tried on a zillion different pairs of jeans since college. I usually know what I want, go into a small shop, zip in and out and I'm done.

But I'm a bit behind the times and don't own any Juicy Couture, Paper Denim Cloth etc., type jeans. yeah, I know this sounds shallow, but c'mon we all can't be Kafka or Sartre or anyone who eats a lot of fish (brain food) regularly. It's nice to be shallow once in awhile. If I were high-minded all the time, I'd slap myself.

Ever since I got my tattoo, well since you're asking, it's a phoenix that sits next to my right hip, I'm very concerned that they'll stop making super low rise jeans. I have a tattoo and I want to show it off.

So Nica's sitting in the dressing room, I'm trying everything on and we decided that super low rise jeans flatten your butt. Seriously, they come down so low, they hide the curve of it.

Am now home and going thru ebay, I want to see if I can snag any bargains on the jeans I tried on. Cagey lil' brat aren't I. The day I spend almost $200 on jeans is the day I need therapy. 'Nuff said about that.

Friday night I'm going to check out this new band, Machine Gun Fellatio at the Pussycat Lounge. Checking out bands part of my work life, fun and I have an excuse to wear cute clothes. I have no idea what the band sounds like, but I love the name. It just sounds like decadence and fun. One of the members name is Bryan Ferrysexual, so how bad could this be??