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had a long lunch today with two of my superiors at santana row. they really want me to come back and make tons of money in california before the financial services industry shifts to something boring. thereafter we went "window" shopping. now santana row is one of those spots where you either go to a restaurant and just have a coolie or you go to a shop and buy a pair of socks.

the row kinda reminds me of a high street in england, only difference is that it's really high end. flashbacks of tysons galleria in dc came to mind. i'm glad that i went there with people who have a bit of experience in exclusive shopping. the shoes at cole haan and salvatore ferragamo, come thru chum: why isn't shoplifting legal? why can't i just try on and walk away? i'm sick and tired of observing from sidelines. my eyes are tired of all this eye candy. i can touch but not have. maybe being sick and tired is a good thing.

i'll just have to stick to my men's wearhouse and the ten dollar shirts at the vh outlet. bring me down to size just a lil' bit.