true love

Of all the gifts that limenal has given me, this is my least favorite: her cold. I hope she still has the receipt so I can return it.

So no work for me today, and no John Sayles tonight either. But thank god for VH1 playing "Gettin Jiggy With It", because what else would I do with my life? Oh, that's right, go back to bed and sleep for several more hours.

emo dog

My plan for today involved staying in bed and reading "mature" comics and graphic novels but that plan was thwarted by the fact that I'm actually really sick. Not just a tad under the weather and tired -- but full-fledged throat-coated head-congested body-aching cold. So I went back to sleep at 9 and was out hard until about 1:00 pm. Damon came by around 3 pm and we went for a short walk to the bank and record store. Damn was it hot and muggy.

The bank had a clear "No Dogs" sign, so Damon held the leash while I went into the ATM. In the 90 seconds, she seemed to have separation anxiety. Of course, this is the dog that jumped for joy when I disappeared down the stairs to check the mail and returned immediately. We walked down to the infamous Reckless Records, which is one of my favorite used establishments since they have a great selection and are fairly reasonably priced.

But with the benefits there's always the cost -- and as one could easily guess, in this case it's the holier-than-thou music geek snob employees. I've actually had an okay time dealing with them, perhaps because I wear black plastic glasses, have a goatee, and occasionally sport the mowak, plus I buy such weird combinations of music -- Stan Getz, Faith Evans, Belle and Sebastien, James Ingram, and Horace Andy all at once; but I've heard other horror stories from other friends who've attempted to sell back CD's but informed that they "don't buy crap" even though that's where he originally purchased the crap.

So I'm standing outside the store because, hey, I'm not a dog person yet so I'm not sure where the dog-friendly establishments are with the exception of the pet food stores. After about 10 minutes of people watching, one of the older store clerks comes outside with a big grin. He bends down to Sophie and starts talking to her in the typical dog-speak, rubbing her ears vigorously and allowing her to jump up to his chest. We chat for a minute about name, age, and breed, the most common dog questions. He then invited us into the store, saying that they allow dogs but haven't put up the dog-friendly sticker yet (somehow I doubt one exists).

Once I entered the store, I became, wait, I mean, she became the belle of the ball. Or at least the vinyl rack. All the previously sullen clerks came over to pet and coo and rub and chat. They all asked her name a couple times, and one of them asked where I got her and acknowledged her recent surgery. He mentioned other dogs that he'd seen lately who've "gotten so big". They all said goodbye and I told them that she'd be back to visit.

I'm never going record shopping without her again..