[ another wasted opportunity to perform a good deed ]

Sit a spell, my friends, and let me tell you why I have failed you all:

For the summer fashion season, the Smith Bros. clothing store in Bryn Mawr Plaza featured the gaudy, tasteless, ad-exec-notion-of-hip window promo pictured below:

Everything down to the lower-case "i"s planted this monstrosity in the same aesthetic as the 13-year-old girls it sought to woo into the store's catacombs of sassed-up mediocrity. It looks like the first half of a terribly-token screen name (e.g. XxBLiNGiNCHiKxX), and would have looked terrific on my bare, bare walls.

I conceived of a plan to remove it from the premises in a go-for-broke snag-and-haul-ass caper involving Josh as some manner of suitable distraction, and giggled in glee every time I passed by the storefront on my way to caffeination.

...then, when winter fashions mandated a change in the store's presentation, away it went, my window of opportunity for tripling my net fabulousness (also: obtaining a really, really silly police record) with it.

My deepest apologies to one and all.

Music: The Cure - To Wish Impossible Things. When choosing an album to cap off a fantastic night, do NOT make it Wish. Wish is sad, sad, sad.