Friday, April 11, 2008

some breasts with my salad

gerry and i went to langley on wednesday. when i went to the wedding show in vancouver with danielle and erin, as part of the trauma, there was a stall from the bay. *so* i entered their contest and then they were like if you register with us we'll enter you in this draw and this one, and you'll get two $25 gift cards, one from the bay and one from home outfitters. at first, i was like: forget it, we're not registering. but the gift cards tempted me, and the pressure from erin and danielle convinced me.

anyway, we were going to activate the two cards in langley and bring our recycling to the bottle depot (our apartment recycling doesn't take milk cartons, so it's easier to just do them all at once there). while registering at the bay the lady was like, OH! are you staying for our wedding show? and i expected gerry to be like: hells no! but he didn't. and there were prizes to be won, so we were like: okay. weddings are serious business, and there were more things to be won!

we decided to just head to home outfitters, do our thing there and then have dinner and go back for the bridal show. after some discussion (i'd been to the olive garden with my *other* boyfriend earlier in the week) we ended up at earls.

they should call the place breasts. maybe even t & a. when we walked in, this stick figure with a black scrap of material greeted us at the door. to her credit, she was friendly. seriously, i think her dress came from fredrick's of hollywood or else it was left over from her days as an exotic dancer/porn star/hooker. or maybe it was 'detailed' at home because it would have been a normal, if scandalously short, black dress, except for the massive hole in the chest that her boobs were falling out of. her highly 'blushed' boobs. someone's been reading too many magazines with pam anderson.

the lady's dress beside her had a slit so high in the back, if she bent over i probably would have had to tip her a fiver in her g string.

oh, and speaking of underwear... our waitress was the most modestly dressed character there. the top part of her dress was completely non-offensive. it's too bad the skirt part was greyhound (chasing the hare) and tight enough for me to see the texture on her thong.

gerry will be returning there, but probably with the rest of the guys from his stag party.

i will stick to the old people earls in white rock and surrey.