Steph has now come camping with me twice. And by "with me" I mean she drives herself two and a half hours, alone, to hang out with me, my parents, my shooting friends, and sometimes my dogs. And now we have expanded that to include exploring the wonders that are Columbus, Ohio.
We headed to the Polaris Mall on Saturday morning, because we knew there was both a Sephora and a Chick-Fil-A. And we were surprised, to say the least, with the mall. It's one of those fancy-pants malls. That you certainly don't expect in Columbus. OK, that I certainly don't expect in Columbus. Ohio. Etc.
The Sephora was huge. Once inside, much time was spent looking at everything and choosing the proper colors for Steph's purchases. This involved much hemming and hawing over shades of green that all look a little similar to me, as well as a plethora of makeup cleaning wipes. In the end, however, I think I spent more money than Steph did. I purchased one large bottle of the most amazing smelling body wash ever, three small bottles from the sweets collection (watermelon, bubble gum, and Swedish fish)(no, not fish fish. Swedish fish), some nail polish, some lip gloss (clear), and a really overpriced bottle of lotion which I have been guaranteed will change my very being. Steph's purchases took a lot longer, however, as she had crazy returns and exchanges and whatnot.
Then, onward to Chick-Fil-A. I have been told many a wonderful thing about this place, but I was underwhelmed. I mean, it was good, decent food. But based on the rave reviews it gets from people, I was expecting more.
We spent some time at Hot Topic, wherein I couldn't get anyone to sell me a pair of shoes. But I did buy the most ridiculous pair of rainbow striped thigh highs, with big pink bows at the top.
Steph found out there was an Anthropologie nearby, and since it was raining and nasty outside and I didn't need to be back to camp until 4, we went.
And found Brigadoon.
There's an outside mall/shopping area north of Columbus. We found it, and as we searched for parking (which was plentiful, and threw me for a loop after dealing with DC), we repeatedly said things like, "Look, Coach! Burberry!" Etc. We parked, and as we walked towards the directory to find the Anthropologie, we saw it, standing there, large as life. A motherfucking Tiffany's. In motherfucking Columbus, Ohio. (Ok, not really Columbus. But, close enough.)
I love Tiffany's. I know that seems weird, and perhaps it is. But. Love.
So, to Anthropologie. Where Steph exclaimed much over clothes I think look like they came out of my grandmother's closet. And not the cool, mod stuff. But the old lady, floral embroidered sweatshirt looking stuff. I did try on a dress that I really liked, but I won't pay $150 for a dress made out of jersey. No way. No how.
From there, it was onward to Tiffany's. Now, I will admit that once you've been to the Tiffany's in NYC, other stores pale in comparison. But it's still Tiffany. We explored, and ended up back at the counter where the keys are displayed. They are this years signature item, a piece of jewlery that high school graduates of a certain socio-economic background will receive the nation over this year. And we wants them. We covets them. In both the scary Gollum way, and in the both Steph and I wants them way.
And no one would help us. No one even said, "We'll be right with you."
So. We left. Because we'd rather buy them in NYC anyway.
We returned to camp, and the eest of the weekend went exactly as expected.
But. Brigadoon. Seriously. High class shopping while wearing Meijer sweatpants. WTF, Columbus?
