azurelunatic | Girls' Evening Out

votania and I hit the Arizona Mills Mall hard. There we were, two females ages 23-28 inclusive, arriving in a white convertible sans air conditioning in the Arizona summer. We stopped to pay our respects to the Lady of Slightly-Used Water, then hit Spencer's. Ahh, pretty lights and amusing toys and shiny silver jewelry. We moved on to Black Market Minerals. High-energy, going zoom! through all the pretty rocks and the crowd in the store.

We got briefly shopped out, and went to have supper in the food court. I waxed enthusiastic about technology over bad Chinese. Note to self: when they can't even claim genuine orange chicken, and instead have to call it "orange flavored", don't get it. Ever. That shit used more vinegar than orange. Now, if it had been called "vinegar chicken", it would have been fine. But it wasn't.

We had to go back to Black Market so I could get more beads for the necklace I was contemplating. It had better be one hell of a necklace, because I dropped far too much money on it... So far, though, the first part has turned out better than I'd dreamed.

We got really shopped-out then, and wandered back to the car, making noise about all sorts of things. I'm going to try my hand at pants, and if I get good, then I'll attempt making trendy pants for Little Fayoumis as schoolwear. I have an amusing mental image of even having tags embroidered up: "Azzwear", or something similar. Though that might not go over too well if there's a strict dress code...

We drove home with the top down. There was lightning, and we avoided that. It was pretty. A FedEx (I think) plane flew above us just as we drove past the airport. The radio was on loud, and we sang along with great cheer on the freeway. The sun finished setting, and the moon was bright and pretty, half-full. (Half-empty?)

Having a handkerchief to wet down makes all the difference in the world with no A/C. I stayed cool and happy. We shared car tea.

When we got home,

votania discovered a flyer for some church function or other, the brimstone-spewing conversion sort, it looked like, on the floor of B. B was Not Pleased about this; she wanted to know when the fuck it had gotten in the car. "Remember at Walmart, where you left the windows rolled down?" I asked.

Heh, heh.

It was a good day.