Chalk White And Oh-So-Frail

I went out with Caroline yesterday. We went to the mall and ate at Ruby Tuesday's, where an employee named Fred, who was not our waiter, kept coming by the table to check up on us. At one point he tried to refill my water in a stealthy manner, but we noticed him. On our way out he asked us if we worked at the mall and told us to come back and see him some time. This, combined with the Port City Java guy who gave me a free cup of death last week, led us to conclude that men who work in the food service industry are desperate people.

We wandered around for awhile, looking at poorly-made clothes, Christian education books, and the entire Yankee Candle store because I said that we had to. At Bath and Body Works, we decided that the scent of sensuality should be pomegranate and firewood, and the scent of romance should be sandalwood and spearmint.

Saw Beth at the cookie place. She gave us free cookies and an invitation to her grad party on Tuesday. The guy who was working with her continued to prove the "men in food service are desperate" theory.

Spent a long time in the romance novel section of BAM, looking for the MacBoom book that we saw a year ago. You can help us in our quest! If you know of a romance novel that was on the shelves in or before September 2004 with a plot concerning a guy who works at a nuclear arms station getting transported back in time to old Scotland with nuclear weapons, please let me or Caroline know. The cover had (we think) a tartan print on it, and the description on the back contained the word "MacBOOM!"

We left the mall and randomly got on 26, which we sporadically decided to take to Daniel's Island for the purposes of exploration. On Daniel's Island, we pulled into a subdivision and parked next to what turned out to be a very strange map of Charleston Harbor and the outlying waters and islands. Parts of the map were filled in with pools of water, parts with giant turtles, etc. We wandered past this through the edge of some marshland, met a white spider and a black-and-white squirrel and a path that went we know not where, and determined that we had stumbled into fairyland... only that it's slowly being wiped out by construction. It was kinda sad and kinda scary, and we decided not to stop for drinks on the island.

We got juice at King Street Station and hung out in Charleston until it was time to take me home.

I watched Hedwig and the Angry Inch and Jackie Brown on IFC last night, and read another big chunk of A Game of Thrones, and then I crash-landed into bed and fell asleep listening to Melissa Etheridge.

-Nadia

EDIT: [addendum] I found the title of the romance novel I was looking for! A Blast from the Past by Virginia Farmer.