On shopping

My first wife beater!

So this year, as everyone knows, I wigged out and told everyone that I wouldn't be buying them gifts and would they please just donate to charity if they felt compelled to get me gifts.
It would seem, however, that people are feeling rather generous towards Michael and I due to our impending nuptials and so it was in this vein that I received a gift card from La Senza from my sister in law, with the note saying I ought to get something sexy for my wedding night.
And surely our wedding night will be a special night... but in our 14 years together we've already got all the saucy outfits and special moves (i.e. me brushing my teeth and/or shaving my legs!), and so it was with some trepidation that I revealed my most recent La Senza purchase to Michael tonight.
I shall back it up and say that I went shopping at Park Royal with my good friend Renee who is much like me in many ways.  Where I had a gift card for La Senza, she had one for Sephora.  Both of us are tomboys. We're athletic, we don't wear makeup, we hate shopping and neither of us really feel the need to impress our respective partners any more than we do on any given day.
So basically going to Park Royal was like going shopping with me.  It was awesome.  We spent the most amount of time at Indigo books because we both like books.  Then we went to La Senza and I saw Renee fingering a boxer short/tank top kind of deal and we both agreed it was the best thing there and so that is what I bought.  I bought a pair of shorts and a sexy wife beater.

My unsexy shorts (but rocking socks!)

At Sephora Renee bought some perfume that smelled a bit like cannabis.  I had to admit it was a fine smelling scent, and if I had to pick I would've picked that one.
I hate shopping.  We went in to a couple of other stores and didn't last long.  We showed up for our dinner reservation 15 minutes early because we didn't want to shop anymore.  Oh: and we walked four miles there, and back, because it was good for us.
I suppose this whole blog speaks to a deeper issue about the role of men and women and about traditions. About dating etiquette, being who you are perceived to be, garters, throwing bouquets, and inviting the right people to weddings and writing thank you notes and doing the right thing.
That's a long conversation, really, if you want to have it.
I don't want to have it tonight.
What I can tell you is that, as much as I hate shopping?  So do I hate traditionalism with no realistic basis. It's really very much like shopping: an outward appearance at a great expense for no plausible reason.
I realize that I tread very heavily here, as there are scores of people that would no doubt oppose my views, but basically I just want to get it out there that I had an epic hair day, and I rocked the shorts and t-shirt tonight.