YOU WANT LOW-BROW? YOU GOT IT

you poop-loving masses.

so i've managed to hide away from my nearest and dearest friends my all-consuming obsession with the proenza schouler designed line from target. i've been drooling and staring at the promotional photos at target's PR site (not working as of today) for months, ever since it was first announced. and finally, finally the day was here.

or so i thought. i dragged steve to tanforan mall with me today at 9 am. i had made an actual list that i was too embarrassed to bring, so supplanted it with a mental list of things i wanted to get. i skipped into target and - (record scratch) WHAT? it won't be sold in stores until TUESDAY? WTF?

apparently it was sold online starting at midnight last night, and will be in stores starting tuesday. now you know where i'll be tuesday at 8 am.

BUT this story has a secret happy ending. i found a way (through my obsessively checked fashion blogs) to find the items online before they went on sale through the target site. it's a convoluted and strength-defying trek through the innards of the internet, and i will shield you all from what it really took to get my mitts on these. but yes, frodo, i was able to get the goods.

if you care, i got this, this, this skirt, and this.

finally, continuing with the low-brow theme of this post, we followed our target trip with a totally unsatisfying breakfast at IHOP. i've been having a belgian waffles craving, and it was the only place we could think of. now we know why we stick to our favorite breakfast spots. everywhere else sucks, is expensive, and you have to sit next to noisy little kids. steve ordered the 'rooty tooty fresh n fruity,' and by fruity, they meant blueberries from a can in blueberry syrup.

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ok one more (still low-brow) thing, prompted by the min (or shall i say, DA MIN) - i TOTES agree with you guys - harry potter looks tres hot - or shall i say - perry hotter! - with the horses. and yes, he DID have the best week ever.

also, just remembered this (also low-brow-ish) - i had the worst hangover i've had in months on saturday. what happens when you roll with six dudes is thus: 1) they endlessly buy rounds 2) you are never sure if they are as drunk as you are by the end (steve says they have to keep their cool to zero in on the ladies), so you're trying really hard to keep it together and not be 'that drunk chick' 3) you're totally drunk and YET you still are passed a totally unnecessary margarita (guess who) at 1:15 am, followed by two hefeweizens to 'sober up' 4) they never drink water (WTF) 5) they walk super fast cuz they're not wearing heels. perhaps this marks a return of the mission. by the way, you know you're old when you keep saying 'i knew that bar when it was called...[cama/rawhide/blue triangle].'