Week Day Off

What would you do with a weekday off? You would probably do something constructive like getting your oil changed, or laundry, or going to the dentist. I had today off and didn't do any of those things. Here's what I did. I wanted to get some new suits for work, my mardrobe is severly lacking these days. So I start at the bargain basement: JC Penny. I ask the guy for a dark blue suit and he says, "oh boy...I don't if we have anything like that..." Huh? Who doesn't sell a dark blue suit? He pulls something shiny and bright blue off the rack that's cut halfway down my thighs. If I were starting my new job as a pimp, this is the suit I would buy. Well its my fault for trying the bargain basement anyway, right? So I try for something a little more high class. On to Macy's. Macy's had some nice suits, but no one to help you find what you need and price tags that scared me away. Time to try the old standby, Men's Wearhouse. Both times I've been to men's wearhouse has been a good experience. They set upon you like vultures, but are able to immediately size you up and pull just want you need from the rack. This time, I got no love. I walk in, and there isn't anyone there. Some chick helping out another guy and nobody else. I can't pick out a suit on my own, I'd be lost. I walk around for a few minutes hoping to spotted by a salesmen on break or something. No dice. I walk out of Men's Wearhouse and get the hell out of the mall as fast as I could. All the suit buying wind had been taken out of my sails. By this time it's like 11am. (I hit the Mall pretty early so I can't really blame them for not having their A-teams on.) Inevitably I begin to think of lunch. Lunch is a very important activity in the weekday off. It signals the turn from morning to afternoon. So what should I don for lunch. McDonalds was screaming for me, but I didn't want this to turn into a McDonald's day. I resisted. Besides I still needed to kill about a 45 minutes before it was even acceptable to eat lunch. I decided to do what I do about every six months. Buy some comics. I head over to comics oddessey over by PCC. Because I don't buy regularly and single issues just whet the appetite i was looking at the collected editions. Damn they got expensive! What used to cost me $10 was now $25. Oh well, the quality of the paper and ink have gone way up so I guess it is what it is. I settled on a Marvel collection called Civil War where heroes fight against each other over whether they should register and work for the government. Pretty good so far. Anyone know when spidey changed in to an ultra gay red and gold costume, with Doc Oc style spider legs attached? I call Shenanigans on that.
So I head home with my new comic and an idea for lunch. Rolled Chicken Tacos from trader joes. Yummy. When I get home, I decide to couple the three tacos with some mac and cheese also from trader joes. Oh yeah and a bottle of beer (bad pete). I put in my netflix rental 12 Monkeys and I'm off. I watch 12 Monkeys. (Say what you will about him, Brad Pitt is good in that.) I read my comic, I start to doze off.....................................NO! This isn't a doze off day either. So I just sit for awhile, avoiding the news, I'm not in the mood to hear about the random violence at Virginia Tech today. I could go hiking, I could get my oil changed, I could try another Men's Wearhouse, there are a million things I could be doing. Not the least of which is checking my work email or voicemail so I don't walk into 20 messages tommorow. I just can't get motivated to any of it. So instead, I decide to engage in the creative activity of blogging. Maybe the brain stimulation will spark something useful. Well, that was the last 6 hours. I guess we'll see what the rest of the day holds.