"Pretend" Easter and Marshall Field's
Mar. 14th, 2006 09:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tabular_rasaIt really still is the end of the world, you know. There is a flood warning for here, around here somewhere, and a dam (damn dam!) just burst in Hawaii and has flooding all over the place. I think the tornado outbreak was actually large enough to get a name and a place in history. The Spring Break Tornado Outbreak? The Tornado Week Tornado Outbreak? Lol . . .
. . . and now it's just damn cold!
Anyway, today Mom and I went up to Chicago on the South Shore train line (2 1/2 hour ride, but at least there's a bathroomm, lol :-P) to visit Grama and Winston and have a "pretend" Easter brunch, I guess, lol, since I'm not going to be home for Easter. It was a nice time; I had to wake up early (7:00 am Eastern Time-- that's 6:00 am Central Time, what I'm used to being on!), so I was sort of out of it, but, since the Yacht Club (where we usually eat) was closed, we went to the Walnut Room at Marshall Field's, and Mom reminisced about how it was the last time she was ever going to get to go to Marshall Field's, and that it just wouldn't be the same once Macy's took over. Now, I've had no experience with Macy's save the one ginormous store in New York, where they still have the old-fashioned wooden escalators on the upper floors (which I thought was pretty cool), and I bought my black-and-pink prom dress at a 50%-off sale(definitely a plus ^_^). Don't they also have a parade, too, or something? I dunno. I think I just don't know department stores . . . lol . . .
. . . or pop culture . . .
. . . or . . . shit . . .
Anyway, so we were at Marshall Field's, and I had this shrimp, leek, tomato, and edamame in honey-ginger-soy sauce served over . . . mashed potatoes. Yeah, it sounds rather freakish . . . but it was actually quite good, once one got over the initial weirdness of it, lol . . . I also split a chocolate-mint ice-cream pie with Mom ^_^
I also bought two things, a kushy purple sweater (about the same material as my-- now several-- fun pairs of kushy socks ^_^), and a stripy warm-weather conductive sweater (lightweight but warm, etc . . . ) in orange and raspberry-pink. They were all on the sale rack. Woot sale rack! Lol . . .
I was stalked by a lot of Harry Potter things, too, actually. There was a vase that said "Lupin" on that I got awfully excited about, and, then, just a few feet away was an old book that said "Radio Sirius" on it. Now, I was exciting enough about the Sirius part, but why, oh why, did this old book say "Radio Sirius" on it? Sirius Satellite Radio is awfully freaking new, lol . . . maybe it really wasn't old, and it was all a big joke . . . or maybe it's some famous old book, or something, and the Sirius Satellite Radio company was just making a pun on it, lol . . . Anyway, then there was a set of sheets from a company called "Firenze," lol . . .
Speaking of which (the above, namely-- the way above, lol . . . ), there is a full moon tomorrow night. Tomomrrow night, Tiffany; I don't care if it looks full tonight (or, at least, I'm not counting it as today for shirt-wearing day, because, well, I couldn't wear my shirt today; I had to dress up, lol . . . ).
It was nice to have a little mini-Easter beforehand, even if it wasn't really Easter, and even if it wasn't with the whole family.
Besides, the Easter Bunny has passed his (her? it often changes, from years to years, you see . . . ) Easter Bunny duties on to me.
Oh, man, I always wanted to be the Easter Bunny when I grew up as a child!
Man, my back sort of hurts from the weird way that I sat (well, sit, actually; I cannot be comfortable sitting perfectly upright and straight up, lol . . . :-P) on the train this morning and this afternoon/evening . . .
Edit (12:17 am): My grandmother hates Mother Theresa and Mandarin Oranges. The second one, I totally get-- but Mother Theresa? Wow . . . lol . . .
She might hate me. I think I enjoy suffering too much. It just feel so righteous, since I value selflessness so much. If I'm suffering-- particularly on behalf of someone else, particularly multiple people-- I'm being selfless. I don't find this a particularly unhealthy lifestyle. I mean, if it makes me happy, it's okay, right?
Edit (12:53 am): Goal for after Spring Break: Have more "deep" conversations-- or, just talking about one's childhood and figuring out how it affects one. It's really fun and astonishing easy. I've done it all along, but it's more fun to do it to other people, lol . . .
Yes, hello, I'm Amy, and I support the Psychoanalytic school . . . only with less sex . . . but sex is still cool, lol . . .
. . . and now it's just damn cold!
Anyway, today Mom and I went up to Chicago on the South Shore train line (2 1/2 hour ride, but at least there's a bathroomm, lol :-P) to visit Grama and Winston and have a "pretend" Easter brunch, I guess, lol, since I'm not going to be home for Easter. It was a nice time; I had to wake up early (7:00 am Eastern Time-- that's 6:00 am Central Time, what I'm used to being on!), so I was sort of out of it, but, since the Yacht Club (where we usually eat) was closed, we went to the Walnut Room at Marshall Field's, and Mom reminisced about how it was the last time she was ever going to get to go to Marshall Field's, and that it just wouldn't be the same once Macy's took over. Now, I've had no experience with Macy's save the one ginormous store in New York, where they still have the old-fashioned wooden escalators on the upper floors (which I thought was pretty cool), and I bought my black-and-pink prom dress at a 50%-off sale(definitely a plus ^_^). Don't they also have a parade, too, or something? I dunno. I think I just don't know department stores . . . lol . . .
. . . or pop culture . . .
. . . or . . . shit . . .
Anyway, so we were at Marshall Field's, and I had this shrimp, leek, tomato, and edamame in honey-ginger-soy sauce served over . . . mashed potatoes. Yeah, it sounds rather freakish . . . but it was actually quite good, once one got over the initial weirdness of it, lol . . . I also split a chocolate-mint ice-cream pie with Mom ^_^
I also bought two things, a kushy purple sweater (about the same material as my-- now several-- fun pairs of kushy socks ^_^), and a stripy warm-weather conductive sweater (lightweight but warm, etc . . . ) in orange and raspberry-pink. They were all on the sale rack. Woot sale rack! Lol . . .
I was stalked by a lot of Harry Potter things, too, actually. There was a vase that said "Lupin" on that I got awfully excited about, and, then, just a few feet away was an old book that said "Radio Sirius" on it. Now, I was exciting enough about the Sirius part, but why, oh why, did this old book say "Radio Sirius" on it? Sirius Satellite Radio is awfully freaking new, lol . . . maybe it really wasn't old, and it was all a big joke . . . or maybe it's some famous old book, or something, and the Sirius Satellite Radio company was just making a pun on it, lol . . . Anyway, then there was a set of sheets from a company called "Firenze," lol . . .
Speaking of which (the above, namely-- the way above, lol . . . ), there is a full moon tomorrow night. Tomomrrow night, Tiffany; I don't care if it looks full tonight (or, at least, I'm not counting it as today for shirt-wearing day, because, well, I couldn't wear my shirt today; I had to dress up, lol . . . ).
It was nice to have a little mini-Easter beforehand, even if it wasn't really Easter, and even if it wasn't with the whole family.
Besides, the Easter Bunny has passed his (her? it often changes, from years to years, you see . . . ) Easter Bunny duties on to me.
Oh, man, I always wanted to be the Easter Bunny when I grew up as a child!
Man, my back sort of hurts from the weird way that I sat (well, sit, actually; I cannot be comfortable sitting perfectly upright and straight up, lol . . . :-P) on the train this morning and this afternoon/evening . . .
Edit (12:17 am): My grandmother hates Mother Theresa and Mandarin Oranges. The second one, I totally get-- but Mother Theresa? Wow . . . lol . . .
She might hate me. I think I enjoy suffering too much. It just feel so righteous, since I value selflessness so much. If I'm suffering-- particularly on behalf of someone else, particularly multiple people-- I'm being selfless. I don't find this a particularly unhealthy lifestyle. I mean, if it makes me happy, it's okay, right?
Edit (12:53 am): Goal for after Spring Break: Have more "deep" conversations-- or, just talking about one's childhood and figuring out how it affects one. It's really fun and astonishing easy. I've done it all along, but it's more fun to do it to other people, lol . . .
Yes, hello, I'm Amy, and I support the Psychoanalytic school . . . only with less sex . . . but sex is still cool, lol . . .
