Today, Cleo and I went to the city to get our new Herschel bags. I slept pretty late last night, so I was kind of dead during the morning- almost missed my train in fact.
We got to Central at about 11a.m and walked to to Market City first. We were keen on getting our bags first, which is why we went to Rogue. The last time we went City, we actually saw the bags in this store but didn’t buy them for some reason. Cleo saw a fugly Eggplant coloured one, which she claims is beautiful, but this time we went, it was not there. We stood in the store for 30minutes, carrying stuffed bags on our back to see if they suited us. They looked quite fat on us, but I convinced her that once we put our books and shit in, it’d look hot. So all up, we spent $220 on Herschel Bags, which were fucking worth it. Watch out people, we’re starting a new trend.
So next, we went to the Marigold to eat Yum Cha. Cleo said they have the best Mango Pancakes ever, so I really wanted to try it. The Mango Pancakes actually came pretty early, so Cleo took a plate in case it never came back. We realised that we may not have enough money to pay for the food, since both of us only had debit cards and apparently they didn’t accept EFTPOS, so Cleo ran down to the ATM to withdraw some cash. At this point, we had ordered about 3 dishes and when she left me, I looked like a fat shithead eating Yum Cha alone. Story of my life. Anyways, so she came back and by that time, I was still hungry. We ordered some “Footballs”, at least that’s what the waiter called it, and some Salt and Pepper Chilli Squid. After the 5th piece of squid, I was so bloated and full. I couldn’t take anymore, but the Mango Pancakes hadn’t been touched yet. I tried so hard to push them down, just because Cleo said “they’re good as, deadset”. We finished eating and so we asked for the cheque. Cleo and I expected the meal to cost about 30-40 bucks, but when the cheque came, we were like holy shit. $56 bucks. On what? 5 dishes? Fuck you Marigold!
After that,we walked around Paddy’s Markets in search of random shit. Cleo bought a Varsity Jacket with her initial on it (C) and 3 for $10 bracelets. She also wanted a watch, but they were all fugly. Then, we went back around Market City to look for Laurence’s birthday presents. It was hard because neither of us really knew his likes/dislikes nor style. So, we just got whatever looked good, for a decent price of course. That took up about 1 hour.
By this point, our legs were hurting like fuck. We went up to the food court and had Ice Kecang. Mine turned out retarded and Cleo didn’t even eat all her toppings. Fucking bitch, what a waste. After that, we decided to go to the station. We reach the park (no idea what it’s called), we just ran towards the benches and sat the fuck down. I looked up train times on TripView but the closest time was 31minutes. So, I decided to go back to Paddy’s to buy 3 more bracelets. That’s when our fart war began. We discussed that when you run, you can’t actually control your gas, so you just uncontrollably fart. We searched all around Paddy’s for that store and by the end of the day, we knew were everything was. We walked around THAT many times.
End of the day, we made it on time for the train. Looked 5minutes for a seat. I saw an old friend, didn’t get to say Hi though. Train ride was normal…Limped home because my hip, legs and foot was in so much fucking pain. Got home, wrote this long ass post. Sorry for making you read this shit, if you did. Me go shower now. Adios Amigos.