September 17, 2006

• Currently, I am taking care of my lifting partner's 15 year old son while he and the wife are having medical appointments in Germany.  Meanwhile, work is getting to me enough where I'm having weird dreams involving the budget.  I've been trying to make posts here, but instead, I get 14 hour days at work, and my buddy's house doesn't have internet access.  By the time I finish this liverpool story, it will be time to go to liverpool again.

  
  

  And now, Liverpool, part 3.  As you saw by the last entry's video, we were in a cab heading into town.  Specifically, we were going to get some Chinese Buffet, because we were really hungry.  Personally, I am always disturbed by the idea of going to one country, only to eat food from somewhere else.  It's like going to France, and having McDonald's, or getting Chinese food in Italy.  That, and the fact that Chinese food in italy sucks.

  
  

  We found a buffet that was all you can eat, however you had to pay for the drinks.  I didn't find this out until AFTER I had gulped down my first soda in order to relieve the extreme thirst that I was feeling.  Oh well.  The food was really good, though, and I had three plates of various items.

  
  

  From there, it was time to go and walk around the shopping area.  The mall that we went into was rather uneventful.  As we neared the stair however, this woman who had a booth set up for some bank or credit card company, comes up behind Dave asking him if he would like to sign up.  However, when she did this, she came from behind, and was literally inches away from his face, so when he turned around, he was startled enough to jump back a good foot.  Even funnier was the confused look when the response from him came back in our american "accent".  As we walked away, you could tell she was trying to work out why we were there, just walking through a mall and not looking like tourists.

  
  

   

  
  

  Eventually, we find a Gap, which is a welcomed store after living in Italy.   The problem with Italian clothing, when it comes to men's clothing, is that they always screw it up somehow.  Take a perfectly good shirt, and then give it a pink stripe or something, put a flower on it, or just make it too tight, and the sleeves too short.  This is Italy.  While in the gap, I think back to a recent attempt to get dressed and realized two problems with my wardrobe.  First, I have too much stuff that is blue.  Second, I have too many shirts that are a dark color of blue or black.  I decide that an introduction of a few shades of brown would help round things out.

  
  

  While I'm doing this I notice that one of the girls who worked there was eyeing me as she walked by a couple of times. I was being lazy after the previous nights fiasco, so I just shopped, trying to buy myself a new jacket.  Dave noticed the girl noticing me, and tried to get me to work, but I stayed lazy.  I tried to decide between a brown jacket and a black jacket, but at the time, I wasn't feeling either, so I paid for what I had and we left.  We went to another clothing store, and although I only found one shirt that I liked, I did find a really pimping hat.  I've never had a really pimping hat, and I was initially against it, but with the advice of my wingman, I made the buy.

  
  

  Unfortunately, the second store didn't have any jackets that I wanted, and I decided that I would get the one from the Gap.  The added bonus here was that I would also hit on the girl working there.  I walk in, and start trying on the two jackets again.

  
  

  Her: Can I help you.
  Me:  I'm trying to decide which one of these I should get.
  Her:  Well, they both look really good on you
  (Dave was nowhere nearby when this started, but has materialized out of nowhere)
  Dave:  Yeah, but which one do YOU like better.
  Her: (giggles) The brown one.
  (I liked the brown one better, anyway, so I'm happy that she chose that one)
  Me:  The brown one it is. 

  
  

  I get this and a shirt, and decide to chat her up.

  
  

  Me: Are you from around this area?
  Her: Yeah, where are you guys from?
  Me:  I'm from New York, and my buddy is from Virginia.
  (At some point during the conversation, I did ask here what her name was, and I remembered it for that day, but I forget it now.)
  For teh sake of speed, I'll just say that the conversation was standard for me, and she told me about a place called Heebee Geebee that she might be going to after a party.  I tell her I might try to swing by.

  
  

  When we go up to the register.  The girl decides to help check us out (no pun intended).  Dave goes in front of me, and the girl seems to have lost all train of thought here.  She tries to fold teh shirt that dave bought, but screws up on buttoning it.  She misaligned the first button at the bottom, and didn't notice until she got to the top.  She then announces this to us, in that "talking to yourself, but you say it aloud as though everyone will feel your pain" method.  When we leave, she tries to tell us goodby, but instead her words come out, "Well, I'll see you soon, well I guess later, um, yeah, I'll see you later."

  
  

  Dave and I contain ourselves and walk out noting that we should probably make an attempt to find Heebee Jeebee's later.  We head back to the hotel for pre-outing naps.

  
  

  Black 6, out.

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