Whoa: who did I turn into today?

I decided I needed some swank new clothes to wear to my interview on Monday, so after lunch I left the apartment on a mission. First stop was the Gap. In there a total of ten minutes. Nothing whatsoever, except for several cute guys.

Then I went down Belmont to Ragstock. I had not been in there since they expanded; now all of the men’s stuff is in the basement. It was blissfully empty down there which was incredibly nice. I didn’t have to jostle with people and could just browse leisurely. I was there for over an hour and what I ended up pleases me no end: a greenish-brown corduroy sport coat in immaculate condition, a nearly-new pair of khakis and an A & F shirt (not for the interview but it was supercheap). My total tab? $17!

The next stop was Marshall’s, where I purchased a wrinkle-free fitted Geoffrey Bean shirt (blue) and a bottle of grenadine (for Andy’s party). After that I went downstairs to DSW to take a gander at shoes. I am 31-years old and I do not own any dress shoes. Figured that ought to change. Well, I did buy a pair of shoes; they’re very classy but I don’t know that you could call them dress shoes. But whatever. They’re beautiful crushed brown leather shoes by Bjorn, and trying them on they were amazingly comfortable.

I have just returned home, laden with shopping bags like the retail diva I’ve never been before. But I have a killer outfit for Monday. It’s dressy but still idiosyncratic.

Tonight is the Dirty FOUND show at the Hideout.