There is something thoroughly boring about shopping, unless it is for books - and by the time we'd done everything we needed to do, I was thinking more of going home than to the book shop. My goodness, shopping centres have to be the dullest places there are. I think I was more interested for the 30-odd minutes I spent standing around waiting for some assistance in the bank than I was looking for clothes. Standing around in a bank with nothing to do suddenly seems almost desirable when you're traipsing up and down the aisles of some clothes shop. At least I found a blazer I liked, though alas, nothing we actually set out to find.
Incidentally, while I was getting my hair cut, I was fascinated to discover both of the women working in the barber's had seen U2 on multiple occasions. And they, in turn, were fascinated by the facts I could reel off, especially when I could tell one of them what tour she saw just from "it was Melbourne in 1984". They were amused that I could 'remember' more of the concerts they attended than they did.
Anyway, despite the fact that out of the four hours I was out today, less than half of it was spent in a manner that could reasonably be defined as 'shopping', I think I've done quite enough to last me a month. How some of you do it on a regular basis, I think I will never know. Unless you're shopping for books. Mmm, books. I hear they're much cheaper in the US than in Australia. Guess who will be stocking up! I'm getting nervous about this trip, you know. Customs scares me. I just can't wait to get out of Nashville airport. I'll feel fine once I'm safely there.