chairdancing in a chain restaurant in the mall

Last night we had a fundraiser at Chevy's. Technically, we were in the city, but when you're in a chain restaurant in a shopping mall it feels like the furthest place in the universe from being inside a taqueria in the Mission. I went back and forth trying to decide if I should go and finally I decided it was the right thing to do. Once I got there, I realized how much i hate shopping malls. It had been almost three years since I'd been in one. Chevy's was crazy crowded and loud, to the point where you had to yell to the person across the table. I don't know how they claim that food to be Mexican. My quesadillas has parmesan cheese on them. Not the fresh stuff, but the dried up extra stinky brownish-yellow stuff that you sprinkle over your Chef Boyardee. Anyway, it was anti-awesome.

We decided to make the mall trip worth it, so we bought all the gifts and birthday presents we need in the upcoming six months while we were there. Bath & Body Works must have taken some sorta hormone pill in the past few years...dang! that place has grown to five times what it used to be. As soon as we stepped inside, the perky salesgirl actually said the following: "Hey ladies!! Look at you!! You guys are going right for the good stuff, ha ha, I knew it!! You ladies have great taste!!" Ew, no we don't. We are shopping here because we have NO creativity or originality and we're lazy. Go away!

Then I bought a gift card at Williams Sonoma, home of the $18 garlic press. The saleslady put it in a fancy box with a frilly ribbon and put it in a big ol' shopping bag with sturdy handles. When i got home, I took the box out and her greasy fingerprints were all over the box! I am engulfed in the slime of commercial retail of America.

On a much happier note, it's Friday! And I just found out yesterday that the Lord Jesus Christ himself dubbed it "Good Friday" and has give ME the day off. Hooray for Christians! They Christians are awesome for this and I owe them bigtime. My house has been begging for a deep-cleaning for too long now, and so I will break out the bleach and the scrubbies and get down on all four and get naaaaaaaaaaasty with it. I will be blaring Avenue D and smoking something extra special in honor of Good Friday. Yipeeeeee to the Easter Bunny who sacrificed his life for us and rose again on the third day to get all the little children shopping at the Disney store freedom!

Or something like that.