clothing outside my box
I took the day off Monday as part of the trip, and had expected to do some fun things. But a couple of weeks ago, I got notice that my ticket would be hashed out in court on the same day. So I set my alarm and prayed I would not miss my 8:30am scheduled hearing. I woke up at 8:00am, and I almost blew the whole thing off. However, I managed to hi-tail it over to the courthouse and walk into the courtroom at 8:32am. Not too many people were there, and I noticed that I didn't see a single cop.
The prosecutor talked to me ahead of time. She said that the cop was there that morning and would be called as a witness. I was given one last option to plead out and take defensive driving, which I almost considered, but I really didn't believe I was speeding, and I was determined to fight this all the way. It seems I was the only one to actually appear before the judge, as everyone else plead out or got their cases dismissed. The judge explained everything to me, taking several minutes to do so in fact, yet when the prosecutor walked back in, she said they were not prepared after all. The cop didn't show after all. My case was dismissed! I was so relieved, yet pissed at the prosecutor for lying to me.
I decided to head to Barton Creek Mall to check out a couple of stores I had been to in Dallas. The lack of having to pay $200-300 for the ticket left me with a feeling of justification to spend that money elsewhere. I proceeded to go to several "fancy" stores and spend more than I've ever spent on clothes in a single trip. I bought the three most expensive jeans I have ever owned, thanks to The Buckle, Metroland, and Armani Exchange. notsosoftly got on my case for not bringing him as my guide, but I told him it wasn't a planned thing. Next time, Jonny! It felt good, though, to have the personal attention, and to know I could afford to spend a little. Aside from going out on the weekends, I really haven't been spending any money on myself these past several months, so I think I can afford to splurge some.
Later that night, I went over to Heith's place to talk about the harness he offered to make me for my Chicago/IML trip. We sketched it out, and I tried to explain my funky concept without much success. He finally whipped out a big metal cylinder we used as a "model" for the outfit. Once he saw what I wanted, he took me to a leather shop, at which we bought no leather; and a crappy thrift store, where we found lots of women's belts to cut up and use as material. Our final stop was at home depot for some chain. Total cost: $20. A few hours later and I'm naked in his apartment trying on half of the outfit. I think it's going to work out. But if any snaps come off, or if a chain is broken, it will all fall apart.
I'm about to head to Jorge's to prepare for Lost. It's technically his birthday today, so tomorrow I can start being mean to him again.
The prosecutor talked to me ahead of time. She said that the cop was there that morning and would be called as a witness. I was given one last option to plead out and take defensive driving, which I almost considered, but I really didn't believe I was speeding, and I was determined to fight this all the way. It seems I was the only one to actually appear before the judge, as everyone else plead out or got their cases dismissed. The judge explained everything to me, taking several minutes to do so in fact, yet when the prosecutor walked back in, she said they were not prepared after all. The cop didn't show after all. My case was dismissed! I was so relieved, yet pissed at the prosecutor for lying to me.
I decided to head to Barton Creek Mall to check out a couple of stores I had been to in Dallas. The lack of having to pay $200-300 for the ticket left me with a feeling of justification to spend that money elsewhere. I proceeded to go to several "fancy" stores and spend more than I've ever spent on clothes in a single trip. I bought the three most expensive jeans I have ever owned, thanks to The Buckle, Metroland, and Armani Exchange. notsosoftly got on my case for not bringing him as my guide, but I told him it wasn't a planned thing. Next time, Jonny! It felt good, though, to have the personal attention, and to know I could afford to spend a little. Aside from going out on the weekends, I really haven't been spending any money on myself these past several months, so I think I can afford to splurge some.
Later that night, I went over to Heith's place to talk about the harness he offered to make me for my Chicago/IML trip. We sketched it out, and I tried to explain my funky concept without much success. He finally whipped out a big metal cylinder we used as a "model" for the outfit. Once he saw what I wanted, he took me to a leather shop, at which we bought no leather; and a crappy thrift store, where we found lots of women's belts to cut up and use as material. Our final stop was at home depot for some chain. Total cost: $20. A few hours later and I'm naked in his apartment trying on half of the outfit. I think it's going to work out. But if any snaps come off, or if a chain is broken, it will all fall apart.
I'm about to head to Jorge's to prepare for Lost. It's technically his birthday today, so tomorrow I can start being mean to him again.