went to see counting crows and john mayer monday night. i love love love the counting crows. you got a problem with it? stuff it. i like john mayer's music but he's a whole lot better on cd than live. plus, i realized that 90 percent of the crowd was drunk 16 year old girls. the unfortunate thing was that CC went on first and we partied down and then JM came on and it wasn't so party. one nice touch was the opening act - her name is leona naess and she's an excellent singer-songwriter. i plan on buying her cds. and her t-shirt that she sells on her website that declares MY X IS A WANKER. just to be ironic, you know?
yesterday at lunch i saw this woman wearing a gap dress from the early spring 1997 line. how do i know that? well, not only did i own the same dress in blue, i was a gap girl for many a season. i worked there in high school and it was always my fall back part-time job when no one else would hire me. since i was "gap trained" and could recite "GAP ACT" (greet-approach-provide assistance-add on-close the sale-thank the customer) backwards after 40 shots of mad dog 20-20 i always was hired. i helped set up the very first gap in wilmington (i was shocked when i moved to wilmington in 1994 and THERE WAS NO GAP). i worked at the gap in times square. those were the days when you had to memorize the colors every season (gap used to have 8 seasons. all the regular ones plus "early" collections - christ, maybe they had "late" collections too). one summer it was desert-themed colors. i clearly remember tortilla, jalapeno, salsa, desert, margarita, etc. - you would be quized on this color crap. i used to try to maintain a sense of humor when being quized and when my manager would point to a yellow shirt i would say, with a hint of doubt, "yeeeellllow?" those were the days when you could buy a pair of jeans and a shirt and have them last 15 years. i think now the clothes are designed to fall apart after the third washing. one time, at the times square store, this girl walks in and wants to exchange a pair of the boot cut stretch pants that were the craze at the time - she said it was the third time she brought them in because they keep falling apart. so i say sure, let's get you another pair and when i ask my girl what size she needs she says "6". now, it all becomes clear to me. her damn pants are ripping at the seams because girlfriend ain't no size 6; you better put a 1 in front of that 6, sistah. and i have permission to say that because i ain't trying to squeeze myself into anything less than a 12. so i grabbed her a size 6 pants, stuffed them into a signature navy blue and white bag and said "see ya next week!"
ahhh - lisa may: "the gap years".
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