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bedlamsbardSo far this has been a weekend -- well, twenty four hours or so -- of strange shopping failures. Changed into shorts (because it was EIGHTY FREAKING DEGREES OUTSIDE) and went up to Borders, only to find that they had closed for the weekend because of the parades. (They're right on the parade route, it's actually the place I go to watch the uptown parades because it's a nice walk and there aren't as many people as there are in the more residential areas on St. Charles.) Sadness. *dramatic sigh* Might have time to get up there -- well, down there, they're close to downtown than uptown -- next week between midterms. Walked back, dodging people pregaming for Oshun -- a lot of the sellers were out already, and a few people were setting up on the neutral ground or putting up their ladders.
Then today I went up to Whole Foods to get strawberries (fresh! sweet! local! sorry, I'm really obsessed with the fact I can get local strawberries in February), yogurt, and butter, only to find that they were out of unsalted butter, but salted butter had taken over the butter section. Maybe everyone is making king cake this weekend? I dunno, man. Will try again tomorrow. (I still have half a pound of butter left, but I want to make a cake this weekend -- German apple cake from Rustic Fruit Desserts, probably; I'm sad and cake makes everything better -- and I don't like being without butter in the fridge.)
Was on the phone with my mother, as I usually am when en route to Whole Foods on weekend mornings. Her: "Well, the good thing about only children is that they're used to being alone, or that's what I've heard from my coworkers." Which, yes. That's true. I'm pretty good at being alone, because I didn't have a lot of friends growing up and I lived in the country and I was never one of those kids who did a lot of group activities, so I spent a lot of time by myself reading. (And as we've established, I'm poorly socialized as a result.) It just really sucks to constantly feel alone when you're surrounded by people, some of whom are supposed to be your friends.
Then today I went up to Whole Foods to get strawberries (fresh! sweet! local! sorry, I'm really obsessed with the fact I can get local strawberries in February), yogurt, and butter, only to find that they were out of unsalted butter, but salted butter had taken over the butter section. Maybe everyone is making king cake this weekend? I dunno, man. Will try again tomorrow. (I still have half a pound of butter left, but I want to make a cake this weekend -- German apple cake from Rustic Fruit Desserts, probably; I'm sad and cake makes everything better -- and I don't like being without butter in the fridge.)
Was on the phone with my mother, as I usually am when en route to Whole Foods on weekend mornings. Her: "Well, the good thing about only children is that they're used to being alone, or that's what I've heard from my coworkers." Which, yes. That's true. I'm pretty good at being alone, because I didn't have a lot of friends growing up and I lived in the country and I was never one of those kids who did a lot of group activities, so I spent a lot of time by myself reading. (And as we've established, I'm poorly socialized as a result.) It just really sucks to constantly feel alone when you're surrounded by people, some of whom are supposed to be your friends.