it truly is a white christmas

tonight i went out with the family (aka my roommates jeremy and crystal and their kids). we first set out to chillis for a late night dinner. getting to the restaurant, i spot a cute girl. she looked very familiar, i hadnt much interest in hitting on her, all i wanted was to quench my curiosity. did she come from the valley? after like 15 minutes i decided to hit the restroom, just to catch another glimpse of her, in hopes it would spark a memory. nothing. on the way back to our table, another glimpse and nothing. you know the expression 'on the tip of your tongue' well she was on the tip of my brain (if that makes sense). oh well, ill never know for sure. i wasnt hungry enough to purchase a meal, but i was craving some alcohol to warm my belly. the server greets us and asks us for our drinks. with a confident tone i ask for the alcoholic drink menu. she finds one at a nearby table, hands it over, gives me a minute, and leaves. we debated a bit on whether or not i looked 21. i say yes, he says no she says no. no it is. she comes back and asks again. i decide against the risk of underage drinking and order a sweet tea.... "and keep 'em coming". i filled up with tea, chips and salsa, and a few french fries i help the toddler eat.

next, we drive by some neighborhoods with enough of christmas spirit to make you pack up and move to the north pole (with the cute coca cola polar bears). i was surprised with some of the unique decorations. so was the 2 yr old in the back seat "ooohing and awwwwwing" to the best of his abilities. lights, fat guys in red suites, candy canes, and xmas trees galore.my favorite was the reindeer pulling santa out of the chimney. kudos to you random family, you got my approval.

when we finished up, we headed for some semi last minute shopping. there were some pretty sweet thangs in and around the aisles, and the stuff HEB has to sell wasnt half bad either. i can honestly say i havent really spent much money this time of year before, but this year ive had a decent job, and i think i should splurge a bit. we pass through the toy section, where i spent most of my time planning out christmas in the kids eyes. cars, babies, wrestlers. horses, guns, dolls, coloring books, FUCK. ive spent less time teaching my dog french. i walk over to compare barbies for my little sister. I SHIT YOU NOT. white barbies were stacked neatly. styled hair, accessories and about twelve feet of shelf space, while the black barbies were in a separate box. all black, all segregated, in shitty boxes with about a foot and a half shelf space. they might as well dressed them up as slaves and given them free with the purchase of a white barbie. i held one in each of my hand. lets see whats the difference is, umm price! I SHIT YOU NOT, the white ones were selling at $6.99 and the black ones were..... you guessed it..... $3. HOLY FUCK it is a white christmas after all. i wonder what the brown barbies are selling for.
i call up my mom. its midnight, and she shed probably been asleep since ten thirty, but i need to know my sisters favorite disney princess. im sure NOT coming back to shop. tinker bell ey, sounds good, by the way mom, does she have any black barbies?

it didnt click till i got to the register. i had a cart half filled with pink boxes and gender specific little mermaid coloring books. i laugh to myself as i load it on the conveyor belt. the clerk looks at my un-purchased items giggles and says "hey man, what you do on your own time, is your business". thanks, asshole. he calls over another rep to tap the register screen a couple times. i assume its a manager of some sort, because his posture is that of one with authority, and the clerk was quick to step out of his way. before he could leave i shout " hey frank, can i ask you something?", i point out some items on belt "how come the black ones are three dollars and the regular ones are closer to ten?" all three of us chuckle. he points out the white ones come with an extra shirt and purse.. a shirt and purse? a shirt too small to fit a mouse and a purse that can barely hold a marble? is that whats responsible for almost triple-ing the value? yea sure buddy.