Max's Miscellaneous Musings

What. A. Day. I knew today would be a shopping expedition from hell, and it did turn into a really shit day. It did, however, end on a positive note.

First up, MaxBabe and I decided we'd visit Elio Moda in Chermside so that she could buy herself a nice suit. The woman who'd looked after me previously was off and so we were left in the somewhat-less-capable hands of a young girl. MaxBabe is what one would call "stocky" and she couldn't find herself anything that fit. The girl announced that they don't carry anything greater than a size 16. I can't tell you how much this irritated MaxBabe. In the course of our conversation with the girl, I realised I'd forgotten the directions to get to the tailor in the city, so we went home. I sensed MaxBabe's irritation, so I quickly picked up the instructions, and off we went into the city.

Our mission was two-fold: Find the Mythical Shirt (note it is now capitalised, to indicate that is its proper name), and find me some shoes. We browed a few clothes places, and went into David Jones. There we found an approximation of the Mythical Shirt, but nothing that truly fit the bill. As I was browsing, I thought to myself, "there's no way I can describe the Mythical Shirt to the tailor. Thank god I printed pictures out". Hmm, pictures? I don't have any pictures with me.... Oh. Fuck. I'd left the fragging printout at home!!! I sheepishly told MaxBabe how stupid I was and suggested we might do a bit more shopping, then return home. I'd get the printout then drive back to the city on my own. MaxBabe was offended by this. "Are you telling me you don't want my opinion on this anymore??", she said, the annoyance apparent in her voice. "Not at all honey, just that I know you don't like coming into the city and this is obviously my screwup, and why should you suffer?". Well, she declared then and there that we were going home straight away to get the printout. "Like fuck we're waiting around here for hours!!!".

So we went back to the carpark. I got off at level 2 to pay the fee, she went to level 4 to the car. I told her I'd meet her at the car. She interpreted this as "drive the car to meet me at level 2". I got off the lift on level 4 to find the car had vanished, and MaxBabe was nowhere to be seen. I caught sight of the car driving on level 3. Cursing, I called her. She asked me where I'd gone. WHAT THE!!!! She came to get me, promptly got lost in the car park (for christ's sake, MaxBabe, it's a fucking carpark, how can you get lost? There are arrows telling you where the fuck to go!), then chainsmoked all the way home. I spent the entire trip home apologising for being a moron.

I got the printout, made absolutely sure I had everything, then we headed off again. We went to a different carpark this time. She still found it all too confusing, and I found myself directing her on how to go from level to level. Seriously. She's an intelligent woman, but sometimes she just makes my head hurt.

We went to shoe shops, clothes shops and more shoe shops. We found a very nice shirt at Jacqui E, which whilst nice was still not the Mythical Shirt. But I bought it anyway, because I like it, and I imagine I'll wear it at some future place of employment. We looked at more shoe shops and finally, in a half-hearted attempt to find some nice shoes, went to a place called Aldo or Olda or Olsa or something like that, and therein found a very nice pair of shoes. Not for a million dollars, either.

Went to the tailor, and told her what I wanted and showed her the pictures. Thank God we went back to get the pictures. I told her about the time constraint and she laughed nervously. Oh, God, please no. Don't tell me this is impossible to do in time for my graduation. I want the Mythical Shirt, dammit, not some approximation. But she agreed to have it done by the 1st of April. YAY! Then she asked if I had the fabric. Err, no. So she gave me the details of a few haberdashers, and wouldn't you know it, Lincraft in the city had a really nice dark purple satin. It wasn't the colour I'd originally wanted, and the fabric was quite a bit softer than I'd originally wanted, but I fell in love with it the moment I saw it. So we bought it (also not for a million dollars) and took it back to her. "Did you get buttons?", she said. Err, no. That would've been a good idea, huh? That's a tomorrow job. Meanwhile, she took a shitload of measurements - the obvious bust, waist, hip, cuff and neck measurements, but also not-so-obvious ones like boob drop and boob separation. Seriously. She quoted me $280 to have the shirt made to measure, which whilst a tad expensive, is not completely unpalatable. I will see her next weekend for a fitting. So all things being well, by this time next week I'll be well on my way to having the Mythical Shirt!!!!

I am absolutely exhausted. MaxBabe has told me that my punishment for putting her through a day of hell is to take her out to dinner tonight. No worries, can do! Luckily it's only up the road so it won't be another expedition. I am totally over today, so I'll be glad to have an early dinner and be asleep by 2030.