Birthday berserkers!

Great weekend. I turned 24 Friday, battled a few issues, mostly in the vein of “Wow, I didn’t think I’d make it this long!”

And Iain came home from school with an armload of flowers for me, for which he wins major bonus points.

That evening we went out to dinner at Steak and Ale in Timonium. Right in our price range for a steak dinner and not crowded at all. Gorged ourselves on beef. We decided to continue the evening in Towson, drinking at the Charles Village Pub, where we made fun of all the baby college children and listened to some sort of band-type-thing. CVP, by the way, is very schizophrenic — totally different clientele on a Friday night than on, say, a Tuesday afternoon. But we survived, at least until our cigarette supply ran out.

My birthday present was to go shopping, which is a big deal considering our grand money-saving scheme. So we bummed around Hampden Saturday morning (I’m trying very hard not to do the mall thing), got some books at Salamander’s — surprisingly decent selection compared to other used bookstores I’ve seen. Made me sad that Pauper’s in BG went out of business. I picked up one by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, because I haven’t read any by him, and The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood because it’s good and I don’t own it. The big plan was to buy me some threads, but I didn’t find much I liked. Picked up a decent work shirt at Cloud 9, but that was it. I just can’t rock the pleated corduroy miniskirt thing.

So I totally cheated today and went to the mall anyway. Still didn’t find much, though. I think my ass is simply not constructed to be fit by off-the-rack clothes, making the Hunt For A Decent Pair of Freaking Pants nearly impossible. But I did score some sweaters at the Gap. Don’t hate me for it … they were on sale. That makes it OK, right?

This post brought to you by: I Don’t Want To Grow Up from the album “Beautiful Maladies” by Tom Waits

September 29, 2003 | Filed Under auto-categorized