(this is annie)

Sarah and Lauren invited me to go shopping with them on Saturday. I feel like a third grader saying this, but it made me so happy! We usually hang out in larger groups, but this time, the three of us traipsed around Wicker Park. We started at Smack, which is a new shop on Division. It seems that the proprietors mean "smack" as in the smack of a kiss. Unfortunately, it makes me (and others, certainly) think of heroin. I found a shirt and put it on hold, mostly because I am indecisive. Plus, we had more stores to hit, and I didn't want to drop a load of cash at the very first place. After a brief trek to the drugstore, we stopped into Myopic Books in search of From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. We had no luck, but the weird thing about Myopic is that if you look at a book without reshelving it, they increase the price by a dollar. Apparently, if entire sections are messy, they'll punish consumers by simply getting rid of it (architecture is an endangered breed).

On Milwaukee, some random guy saw the three of us walking, and he yelled, "Woo! Hey! Charlie's Angels! Hey, Charlie's Angels!"

Not so much else to report, except that at p45, I looked at these drawers. "These look awfully tiny," I said to the shop clerk. "Are you sure these will fit?" She assured me that they looked small only because they were low-rise underpants. Well, I am a sucker who cannot resist the allure of terrycloth, and so I bought them. Sure enough, when I tried them on at home, my ass was bursting out like a sandbag wrapped in a rubber band.