After depositing the measly paycheck into my bank account, I made my way to the Goodwill and the Salvation Army thrift store. Katherine being gone for the weekend I had to find something to amuse myself, and I've had the urge to go thrifting for a while. The Goodwill was actually quite disappointing. They have a lot of stuff there, but most of it is total junk (I am aware of the irony here, you don't have to point it out.) So I moseyed on across the street to the Salvation Army. They had even less, but some amazing vinyl.
I purchased:
Because EVERYBODY needs a Black Sabbath record. I don't know very much about the Sabbath, but I look forward to experiencing this one.
Again, this one was way too good to pass up. I mean, Frank Yankovic playing authentic polka with his ACCORDION? Come on! Perhaps my deep-seated desire to learn how to play the accordion has some sort of mental effect on this purchase. Or maybe I just couldn't say no. Either way, 99 cents is nothing compared to the lasting years of enjoyment Katherine and I could get out of this polka-madness. I mean, this man won a GRAMMY for playing the polka!! Gonna try and tell me it isn't cool now?
And finally...
70's and 80's rock excess, 60's political messages being cast aside for lyrics that would sell more records, and the 1985 hit We Built This City.
Nuclear Furniture, the last album Freiberg recorded with them before leaving the band in 1984.
Nuclear Furniture, the last album Freiberg recorded with them before leaving the band in 1984.
Because EVERYBODY needs a Black Sabbath record. I don't know very much about the Sabbath, but I look forward to experiencing this one.
Again, this one was way too good to pass up. I mean, Frank Yankovic playing authentic polka with his ACCORDION? Come on! Perhaps my deep-seated desire to learn how to play the accordion has some sort of mental effect on this purchase. Or maybe I just couldn't say no. Either way, 99 cents is nothing compared to the lasting years of enjoyment Katherine and I could get out of this polka-madness. I mean, this man won a GRAMMY for playing the polka!! Gonna try and tell me it isn't cool now?
And finally...
I don't think this one really needs explanation.
Now I just need a record player. Anyone know where I can get one relatively inexpensively?
I decided against buying this cute pair of shoes I found there, mostly because I have this aversion to wearing clothes previously worn by other people. Besides a few vintage t-shirts I own, I have this weird phobia about wearing strangers' clothes (borrowing clothes from friends isn't the same thing - these people I know.) Unless I can wash them. Things like t-shirts, and to some extent pants I suppose, I don't have a huge problem with. But things like shoes I think is totally weird. Oh, and BRAS. I imagine that, if circumstances warranted the need to buy bras from the Goodwill I would, but otherwise I think it's totally freaking gross. Undergarments seem a little too personal to buy off the rack of a Goodwill.
I spent the rest of the day laying low and preparing for an overnight shift at American Eagle. I baked cookies for the unfortunate souls doomed to spend the night in the store with me preparing for Spring Trans 2. The only benefit I see from this is I can get a $50 paid of bermuda shorts for $10, and a pair of the cork-heeled wedges for $10. $20 for $80 worth of clothes ain't too bad.
