I just had to walk down 2nd today, didn’t I? And I just had to stumble upon the fact that there’s a Filson store not 5 blocks from my office, too, huh? I was even walking to the post office to return the Rubix to WM in an effort to inflate the bank account. Ah, well, such is life. When God opens a door he closes a window, or however that goes. I opened the door, this time. To the Filson Cherry Creek locale. All this time, I was unaware of such a store existing so close to me.
It’s not that I am pissed that it’s there, it’s actually quite the opposite. It just spells trouble for my lunchtime shopping adventures. I knew about the Orvis and all the stores at the mall, but this startling new development just indicates that I have a new place to budget in to each paycheck. “Alright! Payday. Okay after taxes, hmmm, that’s still a decent amount…and after the Filson purchases this week….Okay, so I don’t need to go grocery shopping it appears. Priorities.”
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Gents with Questions for the Fairer Sex:
the momentum of failure- 100 Days of Ties: Day 88 with Jimmy Eat World, Gant Rugger, and those Gitman Brothers.
- 100 Days of Ties: Day 87, continuing with the bow ties, Jimmy Buffett and dreaming of boat drinks.
- 100 Days of Ties: Day 86, a long overdue bowtie and one. cold. morning. commute.
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What started as an idea by Matt re: gathering a few folks together to make a bulk purchase of the
Though by the looks of that, we’d need a few layers to accompany the jacket. But before any of this happens, we want to get 5 more people in on the game. So if you’re interested in snagging one of these (only $135), email
With all the talk of impending cold seeping in and out of conversation recently, being prepared for the changing seasons has been on the forefront of my mind. That, and selling my house. Damn economy. Ugh, it’s best not to think about that, I suppose. It just frustrates me. But speaking of Winter, I need to definitely get the condo sold before November 30 to take advantage of the tax credit. By then, the cold will be overhead and all around, the ground may see some snow, and it will no longer be the time nor place to wear those Summer canvas shoes. What I like about
Let it be known that I hardly ever answer my phone. I honestly can’t stand talking on the phone and find it much easier to text. Save for intonation, I feel I get my message across via SMS the same as I would if I were speaking to someone. However, there is the rare occasion I answer the phone, and it’s usually only when the family rings me up. Like my older brother did last night as I was driving home from work. We spoke initially about the evening’s plans and eventually it turned to, as it most oftentimes does, product talk. Last night’s subject (aside from agreeing to trade his Supers for my Ray Bans) was watches. I asked about the Suunto I mentioned in
We spoke a little while longer about eBay sells/finds, weekend plans, and our little brother’s lacrosse career. It was at that point I realized I had been sitting out front of my house in my car for the better part a half hour. We made plans to meetup next week for a friend’s comedy show and went our separate telephonical ways.
Because I was so engrossed in “He’s Just Not That Into You” (thx Netflix) last night, I lost track of time completely. Other than watching this cinematic triumph of a chick-flick, the only thing I really remember was a text from Ben: “Got my weekender bag!” And another regarding a must-go-bowling-while-he’s-here situation. Linking me to the 