Shopping spree

Whew. Wow. That was certainly a kick in the capitalist pants.
I spent hundreds of dollars today, somewhere around $600 on clothes, to prepare for my trip to Japan. I scratched items off the list in my previous entry, damn near all of them actually. Dad sent me to the mall to take care of whatever I needed, and I certainly did. I knew, of course, that whatever I got, he would tell me it wasn't enough, or it wasn't the right size, or something.
Well, yea, I pretty much called it. "Not enough dress shirts! Not enough slacks! Everything's too small! How are you going to wear all this?!"

I just kinda laugh anymore when he does this. My dad doesn't seem to understand the concept of fitted clothes, either that or he's stuck in that part of my life where everything I bought was a size or two too big, not because I was concerned about them shrinking, but more because I wanted baggy clothes. So now when I come home with shirts that are mediums, and jeans that, ya know, fit, he freaks out. I mean, I understand his concern, but at the same time I've been doing this long enough to know what is fitted and what's just plain too small. Especially with jeans. He fails to see the fact that I will live in these jeans for the next month or so, and they will be worn in, well worn in.

But man, I bought a lot. And people at the mall are weeeeeird. People who are at the mall when school is in session are weeeeird. Waaaay too many babies. Way too many weird people. And for some reason, there is far less available parking at 1pm than there is at 3pm on a Saturday. What's with that? I really hope I don't create one of those boring marriages where all my wife has to do while she takes care of the kids during the day is go to the mall and buy crap, and be seen. Then again, she's going to be a freaking MILF and a half, so, I'm ok with her being seen, but you get what I mean.

I bought three pairs of shoes, a pair of slacks, a pair of jeans, box briefs, socks (gold toed), two dress shirts, a jacket, a zip down sweatshirt, and a t-shirt. I think that's everything. Oh, and shoe deoderizer, which, if you know me, you know is a neccessity. I have a habit of running to the store just that one time without socks, and after that, it's all over.

Anyway. Capitalism. Blah blah blah. Root of all evil. Etc.