Shopping
OK, so I woke up late today. It was the champagne,
I suppose, which came on top of the sake that they served me in a wooden box
(quite a challenge to drink, believe you me). Philip let me sleep in, but
people who know me know that if there's one thing I like to have in the mornings
it's breakfast. So I got up, showered, and dashed down to catch the end of the
breakfast stuff — and to work on my article, which I would be sending to
the Guardian by email in time to meet the deadline for
Thursday.
We planned to leave the hotel at noon. There are no matinees on Tuesday, and so we were heading down to the Village to do some shopping. We caught a taxi almost as soon as we stepped out of the hotel, and were whisked downtown in a jiffy — literally — and ended up on Prince Street. Philip had done some research for me, and discovered this petite store called Rampage.
Rampage - the
store
Now those of you who know me know I'm neither preppy (Talbots) nor super-trendy. Rampage was exactly that. When I walked into the store I saw turquoises and browns and leopard prints and so on, and my heart failed within me. But the person who was standing just inside the door was a very nice woman who was about two inches taller than me, and when I asked her whether she thought I could find something to fit me, she said she was sure I'd find a top but that the pants would be too big (unless I bought capris like the ones she had on). She was so nice and welcoming I decided it wouldn't hurt to look around.
And I'm glad I did. Not that the store wasn't super-trendy; but it did give me some insight into what people are wearing nowadays, and showed me that there is a good reason I'm not wearing it. I did find some capri pants, but when I pulled them on and zipped up what little there was of the zip (and shoved down my underpants, which were not low-riding today) and looked in the mirror, I laughed and pulled them off again. They were the quickest ways to make me look short and fat! But I did find two shirts that fit both my bust and my sense of style — they fall into that pseudo-Edwardian look that was current when Prince did Purple Rain and that's sorta in again. I bought 'em both, much to my surprise, and went out of the store feeling virtuous.
When we got out of the store, Philip said to me: "Turn left," which I did, dutifully. We walked about half a block (in this cool part of town that's linked to NYU and that has people out getting young people to register and vote for Kerry — not that it'll make a huge difference in New York; I have not run into one Bush supporter yet, and that includes the lines in the shows we've seen), and then entered Mecca.
I mean the Apple Store.
Downstairs were the iMacs — the old and the new — and iBooks and notebooks, all laid out on counters waiting to be used. We hung around the 20-inch new iMac until it was free, and then we monopolized it probably longer than we should have. You've seen a picture of me using it already; here's a picture of The Man and The Machine:
Then we went upstairs.
Upstairs there's a kind of lecture-space with a huge screen in it, which is where people who work at the Apple Store give mini-seminars on Apple products. When we got up the stairs some guy was teaching people about GarageBand, and Philip and I hung around to catch part of it (it was fascinating). To our left was the Genius Bar; to our right was software. Of course i was drawn to the games, but I resisted! We looked at the iPod accessories, but I decided that my iPod was accessorized enough, and then, hunger having got us, we left the Apple Store reluctantly.
Philip wanted to go uptown to Macy's and eat there, but I thought it would be a pity to leave the Village (SoHo, actually) and not eat there. So we found a pub/bar called Milady's, which had sports and pool and everything, but which served pretty cosmpolitan fare, and ate. Then we caught a taxi to Macy's, where I continued my Search for the Perfect Suit.
It's obviously the wrong season for suits. All the ones I liked were too heavy, too fall. But I did find some black pants that looked WAY better than the pants in Rampage, and that felt fine too; and while Philip looked for belts and underwear I tried them on, and then we bought them. Macy's was a better experience than Bloomingdale's, but perhaps after Rampage I was in a more accommodating mood.
We got back to the hotel at 5, just in time to rest up a little before the show, which started at 7:00 p.m.
We planned to leave the hotel at noon. There are no matinees on Tuesday, and so we were heading down to the Village to do some shopping. We caught a taxi almost as soon as we stepped out of the hotel, and were whisked downtown in a jiffy — literally — and ended up on Prince Street. Philip had done some research for me, and discovered this petite store called Rampage.
Rampage - the
storeNow those of you who know me know I'm neither preppy (Talbots) nor super-trendy. Rampage was exactly that. When I walked into the store I saw turquoises and browns and leopard prints and so on, and my heart failed within me. But the person who was standing just inside the door was a very nice woman who was about two inches taller than me, and when I asked her whether she thought I could find something to fit me, she said she was sure I'd find a top but that the pants would be too big (unless I bought capris like the ones she had on). She was so nice and welcoming I decided it wouldn't hurt to look around.
And I'm glad I did. Not that the store wasn't super-trendy; but it did give me some insight into what people are wearing nowadays, and showed me that there is a good reason I'm not wearing it. I did find some capri pants, but when I pulled them on and zipped up what little there was of the zip (and shoved down my underpants, which were not low-riding today) and looked in the mirror, I laughed and pulled them off again. They were the quickest ways to make me look short and fat! But I did find two shirts that fit both my bust and my sense of style — they fall into that pseudo-Edwardian look that was current when Prince did Purple Rain and that's sorta in again. I bought 'em both, much to my surprise, and went out of the store feeling virtuous.
When we got out of the store, Philip said to me: "Turn left," which I did, dutifully. We walked about half a block (in this cool part of town that's linked to NYU and that has people out getting young people to register and vote for Kerry — not that it'll make a huge difference in New York; I have not run into one Bush supporter yet, and that includes the lines in the shows we've seen), and then entered Mecca.
I mean the Apple Store.
Downstairs were the iMacs — the old and the new — and iBooks and notebooks, all laid out on counters waiting to be used. We hung around the 20-inch new iMac until it was free, and then we monopolized it probably longer than we should have. You've seen a picture of me using it already; here's a picture of The Man and The Machine:
Then we went upstairs.
Upstairs there's a kind of lecture-space with a huge screen in it, which is where people who work at the Apple Store give mini-seminars on Apple products. When we got up the stairs some guy was teaching people about GarageBand, and Philip and I hung around to catch part of it (it was fascinating). To our left was the Genius Bar; to our right was software. Of course i was drawn to the games, but I resisted! We looked at the iPod accessories, but I decided that my iPod was accessorized enough, and then, hunger having got us, we left the Apple Store reluctantly.
Philip wanted to go uptown to Macy's and eat there, but I thought it would be a pity to leave the Village (SoHo, actually) and not eat there. So we found a pub/bar called Milady's, which had sports and pool and everything, but which served pretty cosmpolitan fare, and ate. Then we caught a taxi to Macy's, where I continued my Search for the Perfect Suit.
It's obviously the wrong season for suits. All the ones I liked were too heavy, too fall. But I did find some black pants that looked WAY better than the pants in Rampage, and that felt fine too; and while Philip looked for belts and underwear I tried them on, and then we bought them. Macy's was a better experience than Bloomingdale's, but perhaps after Rampage I was in a more accommodating mood.
We got back to the hotel at 5, just in time to rest up a little before the show, which started at 7:00 p.m.
Posted: Tue - October 5, 2004 at 06:12 PM
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