I spent two hours at the mall last night trying to find something to wear to a wedding. I must be getting old, or something, because I found everything uniformly hideous. The ugly went to eleven. I thought I might be on Candid Camera.

I'm trying a different mall tonight, if only because that mall has a Suncoast and I need to buy myself a present for enduring the horror.

Oh, was it all horrifying faux-80s stuff? That's what we have here, and it disturbs me.

Oh, god, help.

I just got meds from the ENT that should help with the dizziness, and they make ginger ale taste like crap. That alters taste thing with acetazolamide wears off, right? I'd say it was an off bottle, except I had some right before I left for the doctors, and it was fine.

I hope I'm imagining this.

The Kim Severson who won this year's Rolex is different from the Kim Severson who wrote this article in the New York Times, right?

Oh, was it all horrifying faux-80s stuff?

Yes! With the ruffles! And the pleats! And the fluorescents!

I hope I'm imagining this.

I know that the medicine you can take to help with altitude sickness does this--makes fizzy drinks taste nasty. Well, it was explained to me as, "It will make beer taste bad."

Yes! With the ruffles! And the pleats! And the fluorescents!

Well, hopefully they avoided the Shiny Metallic Pink, at least.

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Well, hopefully they avoided the Shiny Metallic Pink, at least.

It was like a Pink Explosion.

Which is great, if like that sort of thing, and a fresh hell if you don't.

My purchases yesterday included:
gas
cigarettes
comics
whiskey

I commented later that night, "I guess I'm just not very good at being a girl."

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Well, at least that's just shoes. You aren't hiding a puffy metallic pink prom dress link, are you?