as i told you last week, we were all about cinnabon for this week's
"barnes & noble!", "houston's", "city sports", "cinnabon!", they proclaim joyously, beconing one and all to enter, have his or her bag scanned, and take part in the consumer mardi gras that lies within!
so in we went, randy randy and i both drooling over dirty thoughts about icing. i asked the security guard where the cinnabon was and he cooly said to me, "that's so over". "what?" i said. "but there's a giant sign on the outside of the building trumpeting its existence in here". "that's been gone for YEARS," said he, smiling, "here's STARwich, it used to be right here. scan your bag and come inside, you'll like it in here". "hm," said i and looked at randy randy. "what the hell are we gonna do now?" "there's dunkin' donuts," sr. security offered helpfully. little did he know i'd got munchins for the last meeting and i was NOT the kind of person who shows up with the same snack twice in a row. plus, i really wanted a fucking cinnamon roll.
we left the citicenter and i redirected us to au bon ex-pain-sive (sorry), where we got a cinnamon roll and a apple danish (not so great, but satisfying).
we did, despite only being three today, get something real accomplished at this meeting. perhaps they were a good idea after all!