Wine and magazine party! Just kidding. This Sunday had a
bit of distress, but was otherwise fine. Kate and I went to the docks, more
specifically the giant Baobab store. A baobab is a huge tree that can destroy a
small planet with its roots and when drawn poorly represents cabbages. No one?
Damn, I thought at least one person would know "The Little Prince".
Ah well. Anyways this store, like its name suggests, is huge. It mainly caters
to gardening, but has a lot of versatile inventory. I had cruised through it the
other afternoon, Saturday, and had picked up some hard candy and a scented candle. During that previous exploration of the store, except for the pet shop, I noted what an
excessive Christmas area it had. When I told Kate about the Christmas corner,
her eyes lit up*. She had been looking for some basic Christmas ornaments for
her niece, but hadn't found any yet that charmed her. So we went to the Baobab
for ornaments. Except, Kate wanted to also see the rest of the store. The
first area we looked at was the pet shop, heh. You see, I love all animals, but
not most reptiles. More specifically snakes. From my own plus the internet's
diagnosis, which isn't official, I have ophidiophobia or the phobia of serpents.
My greatest fear is being strangled to death by a boa, notably an anaconda. Whenever I see
a snake I have the sensation of being strangled
around my torso. Even pictures of them wig me out. That is bad. Thus why I avoid reptile areas of pet stores,
they tend to have snakes. Kate knew nothing of this and excitedly pointed out
the snake tanks. She only realized something was off when all the color drained
from my face. "Mary do you not like snakes?" I had already returned
to the cute fluffy bunnies at that point. Snakes, don't like 'em. After leaving
that lovely area, we went to the Christmas corner for the long anticipated
ornaments. Kate found some really pretty ones, she even grabbed one for
herself, before looking through various types of Christmas lights. I was
occupied with other things, more so masquerade masks. Halloween is coming, it's
just around the bend, and I will be celebrating. I do not care if France
doesn't partake in the awesome jack o' lantern celebration; I will by sporting
a costume or rather a mask. I love masquerade masks, Kate does not, and have always
dreamt of going to an exclusive masquerade ball in New Orleans. So when I saw
some fancy masquerade masks decorating a few fur trees, my costume idea just
fell into place. The other item of interest was a dolphin stuffed animal that
looked as attentive as a retired rancher sipping on moonshine. Oh George the
stoned dolphin, I'm very glad that I bought you. It sounds silly, but small
things like a unique dolphin stuffed animal give me so much happiness. When we
returned to St. Nicolas with the spoils of our day, and the costume idea in my
head, Paula joined us for the showing of the film "Chicago" in my
dorm room. It took a little bit of axle grease to make the library DVD work,
mostly the audio, but eventually the film was playing in English with non-removable
French subtitles. We loved it. Then again who doesn't love that movie? Ah
Anglos watching American films in France.
*no pun intended whatsoever.
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