My Saturday, November 14, 2009.

I'm mysteriously sexy. See. I take self portraits in public restrooms.

I've been absent far too long, but I hope to avoid that in the future by trying something a little different here. I warn you, here and now: You're in for my absolute dorkiest self. From here on out I'm really using this space as a chronicle of my life, my photography and my odd obsession with peppermint ice cream. Deal? Deal.

Oksurecoolfine. Now!...

My Saturday, November 14, 2009 was spent with friends; Lance and Arwen. We drove two hours to Raleigh. NC.; talking, laughing, relaxing and listening to good music. We perused the four floors of Father & Sons vintage store and art gallery in downtown Raleigh for hours.


If this doesn't get you jazzed for Chrismoose, you need extra doses of hot cocoa. Stat.

We picked out cool pieces for one another. We tried on ridiculous clothes. We bought awesome stuff. Some of my purchases included: a Jordanian abaya (the most beautiful abaya I now own; even more so than the ones purchased in the ME), an Egyptian embroidered vest, Dr. Marten spectator oxfords, a turquoise silk and real gold thread-trimmed salwar (think: long Indian tunic), a signed photography print from the gallery (shot in Cuba); a 1960's souvenir "Los Angeles" velvet pillowcase, a hodgepodge of antique photographs and slides (dating back to the late 19th cent.) to add to my collection, and some Moroccan earrings. I was am a happy bunny.


Lance in the back alley; waiting for Arwen to pay for her goodies @ Father & Sons. Downtown Raleigh, NC.

We were hungry.

We walked down the block and stumbled upon The Raleigh Time Bar. Housed in the former Raleigh Times Newspaper building (circa 1906), we had a posh lunch and sampled some great beer and wine.


O HAI WAITER.


Me? Blackened Salmon, Pesto Risotto and Cherry Ale. ---> Tell me your stomach didn't just growl. Cuz mine did.

We continued on.

Heading about thirty minutes to Franklin Street in Chapel Hill, NC...


I lost Shotgun. Iz ok. [*whispers* I took a catnap on the armrest.]

We hit up Time After Time Vintage. Among my scores there: 3 embroidered kurtas - 1 Greek, 1 Guatemalan, 1 Indian; a 1960's saffron-colored overcoat, and black leather cowboy boots. I am ecstatic. We headed down Franklin to C.D. Alley, a record store. We nudged our way through the tiny store packed to the walls with vinyl and used C.D.s.


He rolled up on this 1984 Honda bike with a shiny helmet. I was in love. With the scooter? With the guy? Umm...both? We chatted for 10 minutes and he was good people. He lives behind the black door, next to C.D. Alley. Chapel Hill, NC.

We were pleased.

With nearby UNC Chapel Hill's football game letting out, we decided to avoid traffic by killing time in the Carolina Brewery. We shared a bottle of New Zealand Riesling over even more good conversation.


Glass number #2. Yurm.

We headed back home...where by the time we arrived it was dinnertime. We landed on Mexican and had a quiet dinner of chips & salsa. *le sigh* We ended the night by visiting our friend Tina (who was under the weather) & her awesome-beyond-her-years daughter, Kam.

I came home to wash my latest treasures and headed to bed.

P.S.
I may or may have dreamed about Gary Oldman and awoken to a drool spot on my pillow.