My Candy Store
After sleeping late and lounging in the heat of my house, Mary and I finally ventured into Manhattan.
Bless her heart for not wanting to see the "touristy" things. That's never been my thing. So instead, our first stop of the day was the most wonderful store I think I've ever stepped foot into: The NBA Store on 5th Ave and 52nd St. Unfortunately for me, it's a quick subway trip from my house. I came pretty close to asking for a job application, but I have a feeling I wouldn't bring any money home.
So the first thing I saw when I walked in was the Spurs championship gear. Now, I should say that what prompted this last-minute trip was the fact that I noticed some flaws in my new Spurs hat. The elastic underneath the logo on the front is coming through the logo. That's not cool.
So in the back of my mind, I decided to go to the NBA store in order to look for a sturdier hat, although I still love my new one. Because I got my housing deposit back the other day, I decided to treat myself to something. Something small. This store is two floors of merchandise from every single team. It really seems like a heaven on earth if there was such a thing.Until I realized that there was a certain team whose merchandise I was hard-pressed to find. The Spurs. What the hell? I guess they sold out of everything. The only jerseys they had were the $160 Tim Duncan authentic collection. That's it. And some shooting shirts, which are sweet. But I was frustrated. There were plenty of championship things, though. So I partook in a couple of items. You know the championship hats they all received after that wonderful game? I got one of those. And I got a glass. For beer. And only I can drink out of it. And maybe another person/people I deem special enough. So that's that.
I finally made it to the store and I really need to never go back. And although I don't go to touristy places, I do touristy things.
I wore Mary out. We walked a lot. I showed her my school. I took her down to see my old place. And I had some friends over tonight. We sat out on the roof. It was nice. And it cooled down significantly so I'm happy. So my sleep should be good.
I have no social issues to discuss tonight. I've turned my mind off to the world for a day.
Although I've grown tired of the headlines about the Texas sodomy case ruling. I'm just not going to get into it. The media is amazingly irresponsible in its portrayal of so many things, and unfortunately it enjoys a great deal of power over its targets. But I'm a willing victim, because I'm drawn to the very same headlines that sway opinions and determine conclusions. I'm going to sleep tonight with a lot on my mind.
I'm feeling a lot and yet have nowhere to put it. "Sublimation," Freud would say to that. I've got two interviews to transcribe for a story that's due in two days. I'll get to it in the morning. Sublimation enough? Doubt it. Regardless, I must first sleep.
