Labels and Love

Today was my third viewing of the movie of the year... Sex and the City. I will concede that it is the movie of my year, as I've been waiting for it for four years. Three times and I still love it. In all likeliness, I will see it again in the theatre before anxiously awaiting its release to DVD, upon which, I will purchase it -- you know, to keep the collection complete. Admittedly, the movie for me is like a food commercial for some... triggers the appetite, so to speak. After viewing the movie the first time, I went shoe shopping the following day. Today found me perusing the mall, scoping dresses and pants. I left empty-handed, to the relief of my wallet.

But my weekend, was not without purchases... Saturday evening, completely over my Friday evening induced hangover, I found myself out discount shopping and coming home with some great items. Despite my trip to Macy's today where Oscar de la Renta broke my heart -- the cutest dress met all my criteria (price, style, and I could wear it to work) sans one--it was too small!! Similarly a dashing Nine West dress was far too big, though a steal at less than $30! But, a Goldilocks moment was not to be had today as a shiny pair of blue BCBGirls shoes caught my eye on the way out... but I looked like one of the wicked step sisters trying to cram my toes into the 8.5. Hey, sometimes a girl gets lucky with a half size smaller, and this one often does with BCBGirls... just not today.

And about that Friday evening induced hangover... it was a happy hour turned into something else. Happy Hour is when men are buying you your drinks, something else is when you discover your friend is arguing with the dude standing next to you because he is insisting you buy HIM a drink. I came away with a full several pages of research for my writing pleasure and the reaffirmation that I should not bother with men under the age of 24.