Beyond

The high point of last weekend for me was buying new bedding to match my new girly blue walls. I went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond, located one of the two navy blue comforters ever made (for a price that reflects its rarity), along with a set of equally expensive 350 thread count sheets. Seriously, is it so hard to manufacture a plain blue comforter? I visited several stores, and there were only three such comforters to choose from: one was jersey knit (out), another had a satin sheen (out). If you want one with flowers or paisley crap all over it, you have it made. The third blue one, yes this is the one I bought, and I was sure it was perfect: solid navy blue color, no frills. Until I got it home and pulled it out to discover that it was adorned with bows. Bows! Back into the bag you go.

Last night I took it back to the BB&B. The lady at the exchange desk asked if anything was wrong. “No, it just has bows on it,” I said. That got a laugh. What I meant to say was that I’m on to BB&B’s plot of mass emasculation, but that’s another battle for another time. The sheets though, they are really nice.

I require a vacation this year to some area of limitless sun, such as the Carribean, Mexico, or South America. Anyone interested? Ryan, Dave, Len?

Speaking of Mexico, today is that day of celebration of dubious Mexican history. My plans? Go home, watch a DVD, drink a bottle of Cuervo. It’s good for you.