What Happens at the Party

I went to the mall shortly after 2:00AM. The manager was working at Hot Topic. I bought two WWE shirts - John Cena's new "Rise Above Hate" and CM Punk's "Best in the World" - at a "buy one get one half off" deal and a True Blood shirt on clearance at $4.99. AND the store was passing out random cards with scratch-able surfaces, mine revealing that I received an additional 15% off. I spent a little under 40%. At some point, the music in the sound system changed.

MANAGER: Hey, who changed the music!
RYAN: [Laughs for moral support.]
MANAGER: [Rolls eyes at whoever changed the music to acknowledge my moral support.]

The cashier, a good kid, was apparently taking a little too long that the manager, like a boss, told him and the other that transactions are to take only a minute. She seems like the type who'd be on top in a hypothetical horizontal situation. Finally, after over a year of not having a name tag on whenever I checked for one, she wore one today and it read "Carissa." I am so happy to have something to scream out.

I apologized to the kid in case it was my numerous questions that took too long and he waved it off as if it was nothing, like in an anti-authority manner.

This chick named Evaine, who was my sever at Red Robin earlier this month, was shopping there as well. (See entry 11/4/11.) She tried to see if I remembered her.

YVAINE: I was the one who said your eyes were nice.

She told me to come by the Red Robin at around 5:00PM when her shift starts, but I'm going to be finishing Thanksgiving leftovers for a while before I decide to go out to eat again. Apparently she's been working there for four years, but I would've never seen her because she had more of a lesser seen position until recently. But that tenure would also mean that would know Jazz. Maybe I should befriend her.

As I was leaving, the alarm rang. Great! a chance to talk to the manager ... er, I mean, Carissa.

MANAGER/CARISSA: You bought shirts, right? Let me make sure they didn't leave a sensor on.

It turns out that the cashier did and she scolded him for it. Poor emo anti-authority kid.

MANAGER/CARISSA: Sorry about that.
RYAN: So what time is everyone on this shift here 'til?
MANAGER/CARISSA: [Sigh.] Until when it's no longer busy ... which is the whole day!

We talked! Score!

The Adele look alike was working at the iPlay & Talk vendor booth, with her hair tied up in a ball looking like she just got out of bed. One can say it was like "pajama hair." She's renewed in the database.

Before going home, I got some more free samples from the Hickory Farms vendor space before the dude was supposed to be even allowed to start giving away free samples. Cool.

I drove home as the sun was coming up, Motorcycle's As the Rush Comes playing in my head. The sky reminded me of how I used to drive home from a rave. I went to bed at 6:00AM.

Late afternoon, on the way to Sport Authority in the neighboring city to the west, I visited that city's mall. I walked into the Hot Topic there (which unless otherwise noted refers to the branch in my local territory). Candice, formerly nicknamed a butterface and then later a fellow [Harry]Potterhead for about a year before I finally learned her name a couple of weeks ago, was working. I guess Carissa, formerly known as just the manager of the branch in my local territory until I finally learned her name at around 4-5:00AM this Black Friday morning, is slowly stealing me away as she smiles more while Candice nowadays is filled with more apathy whenever I see her. On the bright side, I learned a new song as it was blasted on the sound system: LMFAO's What Happens at the Party.

I walked by the Hickory Farms vendor space a few feet down when the bottle redhead with glasses from the last time, wearing a ponytail today, remembered me and reached her hand out. (See entry 11/16/11.) She remembered my name ... but was enthusiastic when I remembered hers - Becca. And then she made the following reference as she was giving me free samples:

BECCA: ... But you're a werewolf. You'll eat anything.
RYAN: Wait, did I say I was a werewolf last time? Or did you just guess that?
BECCA: No. I'm just good at guessing things!

Unfortunately, Sports Chalet had no sales on Vibram Five Fingers, nor did Sport Authority a few miles away.

I returned to my territory as it's mall was closing. Holy crap! The Adele look-alike, who opened this morning ... was still there for closing! How did she sleep?

At the Americana, walking out of Barnes & Noble were old friends who were two years my junior from high school: Armand, Marius (both of whom I was in Choir with), Josselle, and Cas. Armand still calls me "RyanMan." I love it.

I went to the gym late at night. On my way home, Dave (the teacher), saw me as he was driving around in his truck because he's rather do that than sleep early.