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Queen St West is dangerous.

The DS and I had tickets to the Feminist Porn Awards at the Gladstone Hotel on Friday night. <Aside: If you want to know what "feminist porn" is, no one really knows. I thought it would be porn that empowered women but the first excerpt they showed us was of two gay males. So we are thinking that maybe feminist porn simply doesn’t degrade women. In any case, it’s all badly lit.>
The tickets were for 8:00 pm. Since the DS and I were off work at 5:00 pm, we decided to drive to Queen St West (where the Gladstone was), park, have dinner at the Butler’s Pantry, wander around the quaint shops, then go to the awards. <Aside 2: The actual award handed out to the winners was a little glass butt plug on a trophy base. Simply adorable.>
We managed to find parking in front of "Chippy’s", a walk-in restaurant that sold fish and chips. As the DS was menstrual, she decided we should share an order of that and then go to the Butler’s Pantry and share an entree there. Ok. I’m agreeable. We purchase one order of fish and chips. The fry guy tells us that some other patron that ordered fish and chips went to the bank to get some money for his order and never came back so we’re welcome to have his order too. Ok. We’re agreeable.
We ate fish and chips – two for the price of one – and didn’t bother going to the Butler’s Pantry. Fair enough. We’re ahead $7 for the night.
Then we started window shopping. The second store we entered was a western boot store that was liquidating its inventory because it was moving to a different location. We would have walked right by had the DS not seen a pair of black and turquoise cowboy boots in the window.
She tried them on. She loved them. Regularly priced at over $400, they were marked down to $295. She wandered around the store in them. The sales clerk told her she’d sell them for $250.
Then they started on me. "Try these on!" These were $189 black biker boots. I said, "No, I don’t want to try them on. I already have a pair of black boots and if I try them on, I’ll want to buy them."
I tried them on.
So now there are two of us walking around the store in boots. The sales clerk tells us that if we buy both, she can "get creative".
The DS told her that we’d give her $400 cash for both pairs, no tax. The clerk said $450.
We walked out of the store with two pairs of new boots and $425 less than we came in with.
But we saved $7 on dinner.
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  1. Miss
    June 4, 2007 at 5:29 pm

    LMAO. Sweeet. Now post the pics of the new boots!! I wanna see the DS\’s too!!

  2. S
    June 4, 2007 at 9:24 pm

    ok – next time we have the camera out, we\’ll post pics.

  3. Miss
    June 4, 2007 at 11:25 pm

    Yayyy loland the next time yous are in my neck of the woods (I live just off of Queen West now), you\’ll have to let me know!! 😀

  4. S
    June 5, 2007 at 3:26 pm

    oh we\’re never going back there. at least not with the DS – it\’s too expensive.
    but if i wander there alone, i\’ll drop by! have you emailed your new contact info to me?

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