You know those stereotypical New England days where the weather simply cannot make up its mind. Sunny, rainy, windy, snowy, and sunny again. It was one of those days that I found myself pulling on the door of the American Apparel store in Harvard Square accompanied by Victoria and her mother. The problem was, the door was locked. AA didn't open until 12, and it was only 11:35. With the intention of instead visiting Urban Outfitters, we headed up the street. In the drizzly weather we found that Urban Outfitters wasn't opening until 12 either, so we headed to The Tannery, the clothes and shoe store across the street. We found very little of interest within our price range (but I did find this wonderful boots—for $400!).
Twelve o'clock finally came and the three of us dashed through the now-heavily falling snow, narrowly avoiding Boston's notoriously rude drivers, and reached safety within the store. We took deep breaths and plunged into the basement sale area. I was immediately barraged by ill-cut and cheap-seeming garments. But we all dug around. I found the gorgeous faux-leopard jacket, but unfortunately it was far too large. I did, however, find a mens t-shirt that I quite liked. As I was removing this from its jumbled rack, a victorious Victoria ran over, waving a pair of jeans in the air.
"Look! Black high-waisted skinny Cheap Mondays!" she exclaimed. "Henry will hate them! I'll have to wear them!" (that probably makes no sense to most of you, but oh well). I felt my blood drain to my feet. How could I have been so stupid as to not check the denim section first? I calmed myself and Victoria assured me that she would let me borrow the fabulous things. I rifled through the denim rack and picked up two more things to try on—both high-waisted: a pair of wide-legs and some shorts—and we hustled upstairs to try on our finds.
I was rejected by the high-waisted wide-legged jeans (too small!), but the t-shirt and the shorts fit and together looked incredibly Cory Kennedy-esque (tangent: it's so weird, I constantly have to explain who Cory Kennedy is to people. I always expect them to know). I wonder how Victoria is doing with the Cheap Mondays, so I called "How are those fitting?" I was greeted with various grunts and gasps.
"They're very... tight!" she moans. After quite a while, she finally gets them up but is nowhere near close to buttoning them. "They don't fit!"
Though I am discouraged, I am also elated to have a chance to try them on myself. Victoria, who is delusional, thinks I'm smaller than her, saying "They'll probably fit you." (Admittedly, I have slightly narrower hips and a flatter butt, but I have muscly thighness) I cannot get the leg openings past my heels, and my rather athletic thighs refuse to be squashed into the stiff, stiff, tiny jeans. We both concur: "These jeans are on crack!" Or more accurately, made for people on crack. We hand them over to the sales lady (with a remark about the fit of the jeans, to which she concurs) and we go to the sunglasses. Victoria finds the tortoiseshell "Ray Bans" she had been coveting, and tries them on.
"How do I look?"
"..." is the only reply. "Maybe big sunglasses don't looks so good on your face," says Victoria's mom. So we go to find better ones, though Victoria thinks they look fine. Long story short, we discover that they look odd just because they were pushed up too high on her nose. I found some cheetah-print ones that I liked, and so we began to head towards the cash register. Victoria dashes off to get the same shirt that I got because she loves it too. Her mom has a spaz because we have to meet Victoria's friend for lunch in 15 minutes and she is apparently taking a very long time getting the shirt. She finally comes back up, and we check out.
We have a delightful lunch at Bertucci's.
Disclaimer: Some exaggeration has been used for emphasis. Some parts of the story have been left out because I don't feel like writing about them. I actually Cory Kennedy incredibly annoying, though I do like some of her outfits. I am sorry for the lack of consistency in the tenses I use.
Writing like this takes a long time. I really need to stop procrastinating and start my homework. Please please please be a snow day tomorrow. Or at least a 2-hour delay!
Edit: Oops! I never finished this. Oh well, the rest of the story wasn't that interesting anyway... (except we almost got to see the movie "Teeth"!)