So, we went up to Taylor/Jeff’s place last night for a little Yule party. We were afraid of horrible traffic, so we left here around 4:45 in an effort to skirt the worst of it, thinking we’d do some shopping to kill some time since the party wasn’t until 7:30. Well, of course it was clear on the outer ring of 285 and it only took us 15 minutes to get to Ashford Dunwoody Rd (if we’d been late, it would have been bumper to bumper). We had 2.5 hours to kill, but fortunately, the strip center had a Borders, DSW, Petland and World Market! Shweet! We also had our Weasel Holiday™ cards to mail, which we did at the PO in the strip center.
We proceeded to Borders where we had some semi-icky lattes and got some last minute presents. Then it was on to DSW. Ooooo, the new shoe smell when you walk in… Deeevine! I go peruse the boots and find some cool ones with none left in my size, natch. Then I headed to the clearance rack and found these Dr Martens (Club Miranda Valentina):
We thought $89 was an astounding deal, but as it turns out, that’s about right. The original price of the boot was $138 but you can find them for $129 anywhere – which was the sticker price at DSW. I also found them for $89 all over the internet, but hey, they actually fit my fat leg (zip and lace up) and I got a decent price, so I’m happy! (After I looked this up, I remembered that DSW is not really a discounter – they just want you to think they are. Their prices are in line with Zappos or anyone else, FYI.)
The party was great, we met and hung out with some new folks. Shout out to Tay for a lovely spread and lovely decorations (teensy bows on everything!) and thanks again for the awesome yule gifties! Sorry we ran off and left them there – we were way too fixated on the cooler! I got the tin of treats, though! :-)
I’ve also got to comment about Rock Band… Weird game, that. If you are listening but not playing, you hear karaoke with lots of tapping (drums) and clicks (guitar/bass). Very odd. For me, the downside of trying to play Rock Band in an apartment is that you can’t belt out the rock properly. Look, if you’re going to play you’re a hair band singer, you HAVE to jump around and scream, ok? Perhaps I should arrange for a Rock Band party at a house… I’m sure Emily will host and she’s got a monstrous TV, too. Whattaya think, Rock Band folks?