Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Stolen Bike, Shopping Therapy
My bike was stolen from outside my work yesterday.

It was good bike, one that I had only owned for less than three years. It had been a gift from my father.
But rather than mope home and feel sorry for myself, I decided to administer a course of shopping therapy. The theory is that when life gives you lemons, go out and buy lots of super-expensive lemon-themed accessories. Works for me.
My first stop was a used clothing store. The Lincoln Park location of this particular shop allows one to buy lots of fancy garments at wino prices. And because these kind of stores are mostly frequented by women, the men's section is never picked clean and always has a great selection. That's why I'm not going to tell my male readers exactly which store I'm talking about. My secret.

Unlike my previous purchase of a similar device from Buffalo Tech (the official crappy electronics provider of the Communist Party), I am pleased to report that media player offering from D-Link actually works! After only 20 minutes of setup I was on my sofa with a glass of whiskey and a sleeping pug dog listening to Miles Davis broadcast from my computer to my stereo (with album info appearing on my television). It's going to be nice never having to burn CD's or DVD's again.
But electronics alone wasn't enough to make everything right. Being the reckless speed demon I am, I still needed a bike.

By the time I got home it was too late to go running. But it was still a great day, dispite the loss of my old bike.

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Woo, I see you discovered the clothing place I discovered. Let us get drunk together, and then let us go clothes shopping!
Sorry about the bike. SUCKAGE
Sorry about the bike. SUCKAGE
Oh my gosh, josh...I completely missed this post last week!!! I am so sorry about the bike being stolen. People suck sometimes.
Shopping was definitely the perfect therapy!
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Shopping was definitely the perfect therapy!
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