for those with dream catchers
last night i had this weird dream where jessie bought me a shirt from some upscale department store (*ahem* H&M *ahem*) and either the size wasn’t right or something so I went back to return it and maybe see if a few other things fit my fancy.
I shopped around for a long time amassing a huge heap of clothes. Which is weird because I don’t buy many clothes* and the clothes I do have are not very fancy either.
* I talked with laaazlo yesterday and we both reminisced of our years of cargo short abuse. From 1999-2003 I probably wore cargo shorts every day of my life, yet only owned approximately 3 pairs of shorts over that 4 year span. They were extremely utilitarian pants. I never knew if a CD was going to be dropped into my full hands, but I was always prepared with a CD-sized pocket on my thigh. Or maybe I wasn’t quite ready to put away that book I was reading; the pocketed pants quickly became a useful “holster of knowledge” with just enough book showing so that people would think I was super smart. Those were the glory days.
Back to my dream.
I go to check out with my assortment of t-shirts and pants and the total comes up to $2800! Whaaa!? The panic that can only be felt in dreams starts to set in: ”She’s already rung it up! The price is fixed! I have to pay!” Then a moment of bravery strikes and I gently ask the cashier to take an item away. It knocks about $300 off the total. Relieved, but afraid Jessie would be angry that I spent that much on clothes, I took a deeper look at the collection of clothes I had decided to buy. Most of them were terrible t-shirts with terrible innuendos on them (i.e. one of them had the name of a popular Eagle Rock restaurant that is 2 doors West of the Coffee Table). Still in panic of making a misrepresented purchase, I was able to make quick judgements and my pile of clothes had diminished to nothing. It turns out I didn’t want any of those clothes.
Fin.
So I leave it to you, Daniel called Belteshazzar, to interpret my dream. I have a few thoughts but I don’t want to interfere with your psychoanalysis of me. If it helps, my current outfit is a pair of jeans my wonderful mother-in-law got me for christmas, a well worn hoodie (you know when the wrist cuffs get kindof rigid with snot), and a $5 Minnesota North Stars t-shirt I got from the MightyFine Sample Sale. I’m going to just leave it at that and see what happens.
This weekend we’re going to Bakersfield. Vroom Vroom.
OOHHH. I would pay money to see you in some tight rocker jeans, a funky striped shirt with a sewn on flourish and a euro scarf. . .only in my dreams, or your dreams.
Great, now I can never go to the Taco Spot.
I’m wearing cargo shorts NOW, you ass! Respect your audience!
I will proudly stand with Mike, and show myself from below the knee to my ankle socks. The only reason I am not wearing my cargo shorts this very instant is because I have already dressed in my evening garb (my drawers).
I think this dream tells me that you need to get the crap out of California. And into some decent short pants.
Holy crap. That was me, not Lina that posted that. That’s effing hi-larious. Screw it. Lina was wearing cargo shorts, but she’s now in drawers. Hell yeah.
Okay, Lina’s comment didn’t get approved. I too sport the cargo shorts. Your dream was telling you to get the crap out of California and in to a decent pair of short pants.
cargo shorts, FTW (once the temp gets above 40 here).
i will analyze your dream. you bought your new macbook pro. the media says the economy is in trouble. as part of your generation (and as an American), you feel the need to spend gratuitously on things you don’t really need, but want. you realize you don’t really need these things because you are 28, not 23 (the tipping point of the age scale where there is no rational thought in these matters anymore), and your past 17 years of shopping at thrift stores mentality kicked in (in the form of you thinking jessie would be pissed.) and you made the good choice to stay true to the Master Wukash shirts and Levi’s 505’s.
recap:
you feel guilty (slightly) about your MBP purchase.
you are torn between you roots as a reasonable spender and the trends of your generation.
jessie is thrift stores.
That’s some Sylvia Brown shit right there…
Your dream means you really want to be a bro. The cargo shorts just prove it.
wow, I’d never thought about Taco Spot like that…hmm. but hey, at least it’s better than the west side’s Pink Taco.