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I originally wanted to title this Shopping with Liz, but decided to add more Shopping stuff to the list. Anyway, I did go shopping with my co-worker (and shopping guru Liz) to Metrotown.

I have never really went shopping with a girl before. For the most part, I am not a big fan of shopping anyway. Here's how a male Homo sapien usually does shopping, at least in North America:
- Research what we want
- Find out the cheapest price etc
- Find out where to get it
- Go there, buy it and leave

Now, that is not quite how females of the same species function. Shopping with Liz was an eye-opener. For one, they want to go to every shop there is. I would never do that. I am in and out in a jiffy. But I learned something. There are pretty girls in some of those stores. It is worth going into them just for that. Before you say that is pathetic, think about my life for a minute: I work with a lot of men... and computer geeks. I work a lot of hours. I don't really see a lot of women. So, any exposure to pretty things at the mall... is a good thing.

I also learned that when they say they are going in for a few minutes, they really mean more like half an hour. It helps that stores have some stuff for guys. Of course, I thought I saw all of it in less time than it takes to read this post. But I may have been wrong. On closer inspection, there was a lot of stuff I missed. Who knew!

Anyway, after the shopping (the mall closed at 9pm), I went home by bus, talked to some chick who works in the mall for a bit, tried to find the Canucks score (they won 4-3) on my blackberry (and it took 40 minutes, geez!) and so on.

I went shopping again on Friday (December 30). I went downtown, then to Metrotown to meet my friends and continue with the shopping, then went back to downtown (skytrain is wonderful) and then went home. I even managed a trip to the gym. Cost? I stopped counting after I hit $300. Most of the stuff was just funny t-shirts, I did end up buying a pair of shoes on account of the leak in my current one. My new shoes are pretty shiny; not to worry, I shall scuff them up quickly. They do smell of new shoes too. And they cost me a fair bit. Anytime there is a BIG sign that says 50% off, read the fine-print or you will likely pick up shoes thinking they are a great bargain when they are not really that great a bargain.

I did go to Holt Renfrew in the morning of that day to see some Diesel stuff, but nothing caught my fancy. I did see a few other places with decent stuff in Metrotown, but didn't have time to look at them all. There will be another day.

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