Mall Madness

I just L.O.V.E. Christmas time! But traffic is unbearable this year. I drove to the mall last night and it was a disaster. The city had literally transformed into one giant parking lot. Not a single car was moving and I could tell from the looks on everyone’s faces that everyone was feeling the pressure. When I finally made it to CityMall it took me another half hour to find a parking spot. Which leads me to ask…why do security guards let you into a mall’s parking lot when they are clearly 100% occupied? Can someone please humor me with an answer?

Right as I was making my way through the entrance there it was above me. What I was dreading the most this season.  Drumroll please. MISTLETOE !!!!! Great, this was just what a single girl needs this time of the year, a cold hard reminder of not having a special someone to share a romantic kiss  with under the mistletoe.

Via Carbonated

The good news is I’m invited to my girlfriend Mia’s Secret Santa gathering tonight and she promised to guarantee a generous supply of her boyfriend’s single friends.  My secret Santa was Rony, a guy I had yet to meet. It’s hard enough to figure out what to get a male friend, I now had to buy a gift for a guy I had never met. I won’t lie I had already formed a picture of Rony in my head. He was tall, tanned and funny. I would give him his gift and we would instantly hit it off.  He would also love watching movies, especially chick flicks and together we would try out new restaurants. We would eventually double date with Mia and her man. My fantasizing was abruptly interrupted by a chubby kid who shoved his shopping cart right into my ankles. I shrieked in pain but the kid didn’t notice and continued to terrorize other shoppers with his dreadful cart.

My safest bet was to buy Rony something from Thierry’s Friends. I picked out a cute apron with“Santa’s Helper” sprawled across it. May not be the ideal gift but definitely a conversation starter. Will let you know how that one goes :)

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