sometimes all you need is a new pair of shades
i went back to new orleans the other day for the first time since i worked over there. it was nice. i brought a friend to the japanese consulate (or something like that) because he's decided to move to japan to teach english...good for you kris, have a sake fopr me.
anyway, after dropping him of i scuried on over to the lakeside mall in an attempt to get some hardware for a dresser i'm thinking of maybe refinishing...once i figure out how to refinish things. everything i liked restoration hardware was out of, so i felt unfulfilled and a little sad. in this state of moderate melancoly i walked around the mall and quickly became disoriented (euphamism for flat out lost)...so, i went with it and went into every store that piqued my interest in anyway. i saw a sale and purcahsed a pair of saucony's for $15, and almost bought a sweet-looking hat (it was one of those militaryish "viva la revolution!" numbers) but thought better of it...i regret it now.
oh, but the best was yet to come.
i like sunglasses. so, i cannot help but stop whenever i happen upon a sunglass hut, random sunglass stand, or creepy guy selling sunglasses out of his trenchcoat. on this day it was a stand. a stand run by a 6'3" possible transvestite with painted-on eyebrows and lashes, '57-chevy-red lipstick, and a skin-tight (i cound see his/her ribs) black t-shirt bearing the union jack. it did not take me long to find what i wanted. i bought myself a pair of armani's (or, more precisely, italian design ng0423...i just call them "armani", it's easier to remember). the owner of the stand told me, "francis armani, himself, couldn't tell these glasses from his." i guess francis is giorgio's retarded cousin or something, because, while my new glasses are wicked cool, i did only pay $5 for them and the mr armani would most certainly be able to smell the stink of low price all over them.
but, who cares? my new shades rock! and all you stuck-up, italian designers can just bugger off because, as far as i'm concerned, what's good enough for francis armani is good enough for me!
anyway, after dropping him of i scuried on over to the lakeside mall in an attempt to get some hardware for a dresser i'm thinking of maybe refinishing...once i figure out how to refinish things. everything i liked restoration hardware was out of, so i felt unfulfilled and a little sad. in this state of moderate melancoly i walked around the mall and quickly became disoriented (euphamism for flat out lost)...so, i went with it and went into every store that piqued my interest in anyway. i saw a sale and purcahsed a pair of saucony's for $15, and almost bought a sweet-looking hat (it was one of those militaryish "viva la revolution!" numbers) but thought better of it...i regret it now.
oh, but the best was yet to come.
i like sunglasses. so, i cannot help but stop whenever i happen upon a sunglass hut, random sunglass stand, or creepy guy selling sunglasses out of his trenchcoat. on this day it was a stand. a stand run by a 6'3" possible transvestite with painted-on eyebrows and lashes, '57-chevy-red lipstick, and a skin-tight (i cound see his/her ribs) black t-shirt bearing the union jack. it did not take me long to find what i wanted. i bought myself a pair of armani's (or, more precisely, italian design ng0423...i just call them "armani", it's easier to remember). the owner of the stand told me, "francis armani, himself, couldn't tell these glasses from his." i guess francis is giorgio's retarded cousin or something, because, while my new glasses are wicked cool, i did only pay $5 for them and the mr armani would most certainly be able to smell the stink of low price all over them.
but, who cares? my new shades rock! and all you stuck-up, italian designers can just bugger off because, as far as i'm concerned, what's good enough for francis armani is good enough for me!
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Little known fact: Francis Armani is the inventor of the cheese doodle. True Story.
Nice to have you back Stereo.
nice to be back.
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