I will definitely miss the part when Bikini Kill screams out "Suck My Left One".

My cousin Luke and his girlfriend came down this weekend to kick back and relax it all cool, possibly while playing some b-ball outside of the school. That's when a couple of guys who were up to no good broke into Brad's car and stole my brand new MP3 Player. It was especially sad because I had only just finished cramming it with Led Zeppelin. I had been looking forward to belting out "When the Levee Breaks" while planting flowers, possibly followed by the X-Ray Specs "Oh Bondage, Up Yours!" while driving a tractor in jeans two times too big on me.

Side note, bending over is kind of a chore in large pants. I am pretty sure I have flashed my goods at one time or another to all my coworkers, and soon, the general public .... aka, delightful old ladies in pastel Easter hats.

Anyways, my MP3 player. They broke into the car while it was in the Vancouver Hotel parkade, busting Brad's lock and opening up the car to access the sweet bevy of music found within. Luckily they left Brad's impressive music collection alone. I guess there isn't much of a demand for Heart on audio cassette. While it sucks that it's gone, it could've been a lot worse. What pisses me off however is the cavalier attitude displayed by the staff of the Vancouver Hotel. When Brad told the ticket operator about the break in, while pointing to their sign claiming 24 hour video surveillance, the man simply nodded and told us how much we owed for parking. I realize that an MP3 player isn't high up on the list of major thefts, but some reaction would've been appropriate. It sort of threw me into a bad mood for the rest of the afternoon, so much so that I could barely enjoy a bucket full of gecko's on a stick in Chinatown.

Geckos. On a stick. I am totally serving that up at my next summer barbecue.

I did cheer myself up with some awesome purchases, like shoes in bright red. I am wearing them right now and might never take them off. I also bought a hoodie and emblazoned "Sarah the Pirate" on it. That's right. I am now meandering around town wearing a personal shoutout to my blog. And by "town" I mean "Easter Sunday at church."

Brad and I have also decided to tell the world that we're twins. It works because he would like to remain 25 for the next five years or so, and sometimes we inexplicably end up wearing matching clothes. Like on Friday when we went bowling wearing brown hoodies and blue jeans. I'm not sure how it happened, it wasn't intended, but I'm pretty sure faux twins dressing alike well into their 20's is perfectly acceptable in everyday society.

I am now off to dinner at Jamie's family's house... first time meeting his extended family. I am kind of nervous. I hope I don't mix up my consonants or drink too much wine. I don't think things would go over well if I suddenly slammed my wine glass down and challenged his grandmother to a shot contest.

Labels: Family, Musings, Sarah Land, Shopping