L. here. Pickin' up the blog slack.
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We totally went to the mall today. The Gateway Mall in Springfield, to be exact. Those who have spent any time in Eugene know this mall as the one you go to when you want to feel better about yourself because everyone else who shops there seems slightly defective. All the crazyass businesses at The Gateway should be some indication of the type of people you can expect to see there: glow-in-the-dark putt putt golf, Oregon National Guard Recruitment, Magic Castle of Swords, Army Recruitment, Parable Christian Gifts, Air Force Recruitment, Arby's.
Anyhow, since T & I weren't really planning on buying anything, we decided to play a game. The oh-my-god-what-the-hell-are-they-wearing game. Tony was hoping to see a wannabe gangstgas in puffy jackets. I was banking on the denim ruffle skirt and leggings with a high chance of tall bangs.
The best/worst/best male outfit went to a lovely and rather skinny gent wearing a large red t-shirt over some undone overalls with the straps hanging down in back. He had a matching red bandana on under a red baseball hat. He was shopping at Magic Castle of Swords. Tony says he kind of looked like an Asian K Fed--ie: the way he dresses makes you think he might smell.
The best/worst/best female outfit went to a mom. A country mom. She had some awesome shiny reptilian boots, a low-cut slinky drapish shirt, and a straw cowboy hat. The real highlight were her pants. Check it out: they were laced all the way up the sides so you could see some sweet mom leg underneath, thusly--
Pretty rad if you ask me.
L. over and out.
"I am an idealistic, naive, passionate, truth-seeking, spiritually motivated artist, unschooled in the science of law and finance." --Wesley Snipes
Friday, June 02, 2006
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that is the perfect place to play your particular game. All of my friends in Seattle have heard rumors about the Gateway Mall (from my undergrad years), I'm glad they've held up.
Once, when we were very poor, G and I went to the mall and had a special date: we each had to find a store the other would NEVER shop at, select a very specific outfit, and make them try it on.
My pick for him: Hot Topic bondage/pleather wear
His for me: The Buckler, pseudo queer cowboy look
Stop lying, alright? Besides, I had the jimmy on extra tight.
Total knock-out. You should see the get-ups at the gay country western bar down here; nothin' beats 'em.
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