Prick
Over the weekend, I headed over to Williamsburg for Homecoming, and since the three bridesmaids (who currently live in 3 different states) were all there, we had our Engagement party (yes, capital "e"—they don't happen every day, y'know). While we were there, we hit up one of the many outlet malls there.
I decided to hit up my favorite outlet store, Eddie Bauer (the real stuff is too expensive IMO), and Haggar (a.k.a. the golf shirt store, blecch) for work clothes. We also went in J. (S)Crew, once again reconfirming my belief that if I ever get caught wearing a salmon and robins egg blue striped long-sleeve shirt, I should be shot right there on the spot.
So I get back home and unpack my loot only to find out that several of my shirts are folded together with straight pins. I couldn't tell you the last time I actually bought clothes that contained straight pins. It just seemed strange and a bit precarious, not knowing if I got all of them out or not.
And yes, you've just been subjected to a pointless post, and now that I think of it, the subject above may drive some colorful Google traffic my way. Oh well.
Tuesday 10.30.2001 
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