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Damage of the pocket

This weekend was a damaging one for the pocket. I have learned the art of shopping. I had to cut up my credit card on account of some funny business on part of my managers at work (I still don't get what they were trying to achieve by annoying me that much). I went downtown on Saturday on Grey Cup weekend. That was a fun time. The streets were packed with drunk people. There was even a 3 man pipe band.

Anyway, I have this Christmas thing at work and as such, I like to go to that looking half decent. Its not every day that you see many of your co-workers and other people in a social situation without computers. And, allegedly, I have a date. With a real-live girl no less!

Anyway, I spent the better part of Saturday afternoon walking in and out of stores on Robson Street and Pacific Centre. I saw way too many things and came home with all sorts of things I can't justify needing. I had also gone to this place called Caban. They were having some kind of sale and the place looked and felt like a Wal-Mart for rich people.

Back to downtown. I went into places I never dared/bothered going into before. And in some cases, I came out with stuff I bought. Five or so hours later, I went home just as the inebriated folks were just starting the evening round of partying on account of a sunny day, the Grey Cup, what-have-you.

Saturday night, I went to a neighbourhood pub (not my neighbourhood; the pub was somewhere in Coquitlam I think). The Pepsi cost me $1.50. Pretty decent. Watched a few very drunk people. And I heard my friend say "Say no to crack". He meant the crack in someone's pants.

Sunday, I went to Coquitlam (where it had allegedly snowed the night before) to shop at Coquitlam Centre. The new Park Royal on account of the affinity of Westwood Plateau (where the rich who can't afford to buy in West Vancouver make their homes). I am always amazed by how a different setup makes you see and buy things you would normally avoid. This mall has grown over time and has those fuzzy pink advertisements on transit buses. Frankly, those scare me. Pink buses with words like 'really comfortable shopping' scare me. They remind me of upset stomach medication. You know the one. The one with those idiots prancing around, touching their behinds to the tune of nausea, heartburn, indigestion, upset stomach, diarrhoea, yay... etc.

More shopping. In Coquitlam Centre, the Tristan & America is really nice. I don't know why the one in Pacific Centre makes me not want to go anywhere near that area. It seems like a crime scene or something... no one goes in there. This one probably has the same amount of stuff, just layed out in a nicer way. I ended up getting my belt from there. They had good stuff at Le Château. I got my cuff-links from there. The bill said Men's Jewellery. Kind of weird. But I got what I wanted. Normally, I never go into that store. Mostly because they only sell women's clothing. The only other times I have been in there were with my friend, who had this phase where he bought everything from there.

The Gap here too has some nice stuff, though the ones in downtown are pretty decent too. No Club Monaco here nor is there a Mexx. I did go to the Buffalo store here (again, something I would rarely do when going by the large one on Robson Street) and came out with something. David Bitton is a Canadian I believe. Their Jeans are great. Too bad they are too long for me. Anyway, after doing the rounds in this mall, I went home.

Along the way, I stopped by a friend's place, fixed her MSN issues (sometimes, I get the feeling I have friends who have computer issues everytime they speak to me), consumed a few, very delicious roasted chestnuts and went home. I did the counting after that and so far, I did a little over $500 in damage.

To those of you who eat that much every day, it may sound like chump change. But for me, that is one-fourteenth of my student loan. Which I should have paid off. Instead, I bought clothes. Oh well.

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