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In some ways, I’m not your typical guy. Here is one of those ways: I actually enjoy shopping. Hey, don’t get me wrong! I like sports as much as the next dude, though I’m drawn more to baseball and auto racing than football and basketball. I drink beer, ok? I still sometimes scratch and belch and punch my buddies on the arm and all that guy stuff. Though less than I used to, I have to admit. But yep, I like to shop – in my own way, in my own time. And I find summer is an especially great season for hitting the stores.
The reason is obvious. It’s hot outside. It’s cool inside. That’s true whether you’re in South Florida or New York. Or Chicago or L.A., where the highs today are forecast to be around 90 degrees. What do we expect anyway? It’s summer all over the country. I don’t mind the heat but it’s nice to let the sweat evaporate sometimes too. That’s where shopping enters the picture for me. I might be strolling down Las Olas and, hmmm wait – that painting looks interesting. Or that shirt looks great or whatever. So I wander inside and cool off and take a closer look. Or I’m driving in the sunshine with my convertible top down and suddenly I see, oh yeah, a bookstore! So I whip into the lot and go check out the latest books and CDs. I might buy something, I might not. (At the bookstore, it’s more likely “might” than “might not.”)
I also seem curiously drawn to home decorating type stores lately. Those funky spots with unusual wall hangings and artsy placemats and things made from bamboo and all that. I just moved into a larger place so there’s been space to fill. To my surprise, I find I’m dangerous in a Pier One or inside any of the many local shops of this kind. I should really try to avoid that little shopping center near Fort Lauderdale’s Gateway Theater, where these stores nearly ring the parking lot. I can’t seem to avoid spending money. Oh well. That’s why God invented credit cards, right? I also like malls in the summer. Maybe the Galleria or Sawgrass Mills or wherever. The food courts, the people watching, the variety of stores to drift in and out of. To me, shopping is a pleasant way to lower the summertime body temperature. And the heat seems a lot more tolerable when I go back outside to my car. At least I know I can’t spend any money while I’m driving.
The reason is obvious. It’s hot outside. It’s cool inside. That’s true whether you’re in South Florida or New York. Or Chicago or L.A., where the highs today are forecast to be around 90 degrees. What do we expect anyway? It’s summer all over the country. I don’t mind the heat but it’s nice to let the sweat evaporate sometimes too. That’s where shopping enters the picture for me. I might be strolling down Las Olas and, hmmm wait – that painting looks interesting. Or that shirt looks great or whatever. So I wander inside and cool off and take a closer look. Or I’m driving in the sunshine with my convertible top down and suddenly I see, oh yeah, a bookstore! So I whip into the lot and go check out the latest books and CDs. I might buy something, I might not. (At the bookstore, it’s more likely “might” than “might not.”)
I also seem curiously drawn to home decorating type stores lately. Those funky spots with unusual wall hangings and artsy placemats and things made from bamboo and all that. I just moved into a larger place so there’s been space to fill. To my surprise, I find I’m dangerous in a Pier One or inside any of the many local shops of this kind. I should really try to avoid that little shopping center near Fort Lauderdale’s Gateway Theater, where these stores nearly ring the parking lot. I can’t seem to avoid spending money. Oh well. That’s why God invented credit cards, right? I also like malls in the summer. Maybe the Galleria or Sawgrass Mills or wherever. The food courts, the people watching, the variety of stores to drift in and out of. To me, shopping is a pleasant way to lower the summertime body temperature. And the heat seems a lot more tolerable when I go back outside to my car. At least I know I can’t spend any money while I’m driving.
posted by LauderBLOGGER at 2:25 PM
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