All mimsy were the borogoves, and the momeraths outgrabe

There is a shopping center I frequent which is about 15 minutes from my house. Actually, I generally just go to the grocery store there. Occasionally I may stop in at the CVS or Staples, but I go to the grocery store at least twice a week.

I was there today.

As I pulled into a parking spot, I noticed something new.

Starbucks!!
I almost swallowed my gum.

I rarely go to Starbucks anymore, because the closest one is 30 minutes away. But this new one is very conveniently located.

"Oh frabjous day, calooh, calay!" I chortled in my joy.*

I wasn't thirsty, but I went in and bought an Iced Coffee, anyway.
I asked if it was Terrazza. They said it was.
I asked when the store opened. They said today.
No wonder I hadn't noticed it before.

*Not sure what Jabberwocky has to do with this post, but I was an odd kid and had a penchant for memorizing poems from the age of 8 or 9. They still sneak up on me from time to time. So, um... yeah. Beware the Jabberwock, my son.

You're only as old as you feel...

I went to David's Bridal yesterday with my friend Christin. She's getting married in September and I'm going to be one of her bridesmaids, so I needed to try on dresses in order to find my size. Since she had already picked out a style, it only took us a couple of minutes.

As we were on our way out, I spied a dress with what I thought was a ridiculous/cool-looking(I wasn't sure which - it could have gone either way) skirt, so naturally, I decided to try it on. One thing led to another, and before we knew it, we found ourselves orchestrating an impromptu photo shoot. Hilarity ensued. Well, Christin and I thought it was funny, anyway.

The first round of photos was, naturally, bridesmaid dresses. I decided that I actually liked the skirt. I did think it was funny, though, that the skirt could stand up on its own without anyone wearing it. Clothes aren't supposed to do that.

Next we tried on prom dresses. Yikes. Christin decided that I looked like ocean waves and she looked like a jellyfish. Side note: she is not hiking up her dress in the picture - that's how it was designed. At this point, a saleswoman asked us if we were trying dresses on for a Sweet Sixteen party - no joke. Christin told her we were and she asked which one of us was turning sixteen!
As we laughed about it once the woman was out of earshot, Christin commented on the fact that the woman thought we were sixteen, and here we were, almost thirty! As soon as she said that, I felt very immature. You see, I don't think of myself as being almost thirty. I'm in my twenties. People in their twenties can do things like this, and although it's silly and a little immature, it's okay. But somehow it changes if I think of myself as being almost thirty. Somehow it doesn't seem acceptable to do this sort of thing at thirty. Lucky for me, I don't really care.

So we proceeded to the final stage of the photo shoot: the quinceañera dresses. These were just plain scary. When I looked at the tags and saw that they were almost $200, I commented that anyone who tried to buy one of these dresses should be slapped in the face.

Lofty New Look

Well, I thought it was time for a new look. I liked this one. Question of the day: Contrast Makes Reality - what do you make of that? My personal first instinct is Democrat vs. Republican. That is a contrast. It currently composes my reality. Of greater import: Christian vs. non-Christian. Again, definite contrast and inescapable reality. Besides this incredibly cool blog scheme, what does the phrase "Contrast Makes Reality" bring to mind? Atoria? Jess? Anyone else who is listening?

On a side note - I'm glad I don't have a loft, you never know what could get in there.