May Day Sales

With my odd, uncharacteristic penchant for shopping, it would surprise you all to know that I actually eschew any and all sales. Or at least the first day of the sale. Somehow or rather, fending off a dozen or so screaming frenzied lady shoppers / datins / tai tais, shoving aside their respective bodyguards and slapping their hands away from the valuable merchandise just doesn't seem as fun - especially when it's followed by literal trail of shopaholics waiting to pay at the counter.

Not my idea of fun which is why it was certainly not my plan to hit the May Day Sales. Since Big Bicep Barry happened to be in town on that day - and didn't show any abhorrence to tangling with the crazed fashionistas, we went to the sale. As you might have guessed, I carry the member card of almost every chain department store ( and several chain stores too ) in the country - except for Kamdar and I'm not sure why exactly I never got around to it! - so I regularly receive brochures and newsletters on the latest sales which leaves me drooling in envy especially when I'm literally miles away.

Including the pre-sale held in Isetan last night. As you all know, pre-sales are held to be THE sale to go to - where prices are liberally slashed like Freddy Krueger's out on a gruesome killing spree at a sorority of giggles. Wannabe KL fashionistas literally raid the store leaving counters like MNG looking like a war-torn zone in Iraq - and the salesgirls left resembling confused, bewildered orphans wandering the empty shelves with their mouths agape. Certainly a sight to savour, I'm sure.


What should have been on sale instead!
Still yesterday was another milestone in my road to full adulthood. Whereas before I'd be getting my fill of tight jeans along with the one-size-too-small baby tees that gay men favour, this time I took my time going through the rows of business shirts, khakis and cufflinks with the rest of the workaholic salarymen. Raoul was having a sale after all. God, I am getting old! Got a couple of button-down shirts but six-packs like the ones above weren't for sale.

Oh yeah, about my non-skanky resolve the day before? Was good while it was lasted but it got boring fast. Just for fun, I pinched Barry's nipple as we waited at the counter. Nothing sexual. Just to freak him out. The nipple happened to be there calling me but I innocently claimed I was reaching for the parking ticket in his pocket. Not sure if he believed me though.

What can I say? I get my jollies from freaking people out.