My friend, Molly, and her mom (whom I call...Mom) are in town this week, and today was my day to spend the earlier hours with them. We'd gone to Chevy's for dinner yesterday, and now was the time for us to do....SHOPPING. Now...I'm not really a big shopper. I'll shop when I have money...and I'll shop when I need something. But when I don't really have much money and there's not much I need, you'll rarely find me shopping. I guess today was the exception. We headed to Build-A-Bear which is really more my sister's thing than mine, but we went....and I fell in love with a Panda. I wanted that Panda. I also wanted the assless motorcycle chaps that they sell for the bears...but that'll be another purchase for another day. I bought the Panda...his name is Henri Athos Cartelli. Because I'm a crazy dork like that. I know, it's not a Chinese name, but I've decided he's from French Indo-China. So there. heehee. We also went to the store next door...I don't remember what it's called but some of the dolls look like cheap cabbage patch knock-offs, and if I wanted one of THOSE I'd go to Toys R' Us where they still almost look like Cabbage Patch dolls.
After that little jaunt we headed uptown to the Disney store. Here's what you have to understand about me: I don't love Disney. In fact, at the tender age of 10 or 11 I learned what it meant to hate someone, and that someone was Michael Eisner. He made me disappointed in Disney's inability to catch up with the world's progression toward hotel-hospitals for terminal children. That's right. Age 10. Woohoo. Anyway, growing up in Orlando made me recognize how ridiculous it is to love a place for its tourist traps. I worked at Universal: I know. But, now, living back in New York for 5 years and being here year round for the past 3 years has made me...you know....realize that Disney is novel. It's a novelty. It's...a treat...on occasion. I can't really hate it anymore, so much as I can recognize its trap and avoid it but still have fun. Getting back to the point, Disney Store. Yay. Bought a few shirts on sale for 50% off. Bought some other little impulse buys. It was nice. We had fun and that's what matters.
Then we cabbed it down to Times Square and went to Sbarro's for lunch followed by some Carvel. I never eat Carvel. I don't really do ice cream. BUT it's summer and it was hot and it was delicious. Molly & Mom headed to the Richard Rodgers to see In the Heights, and I wandered down to the office to wait for Dee's lunch to start. Once she finally got on lunch we headed over to Bryant park and laid in the sun for a good 20 minutes before she had to start heading back. It's all for the best, though, because there was not a cloud in the sky and it was HOT in the park. I think I re-ignited the tan in my face. I would have taken pictures to share here, but I spent my money on a panda.
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