*looks to the left*

*looks to the right*

Internet?

*whispering*

Internet, I don’t know how they found me.

*leaning in close*

We don’t get any fliers here at the house, and haven’t done since we moved in, to Doug’s dismay and great disappointment. And yet…

*looks to the left again*

*looks under the desk*

They have found me.

In the mail today, I received a flier from the fancy shoes store, one of the very few fancy shoes store in town, Kadam Shoes.

*bites lip*

It has boots.

It has boots for sale.

A lesser Thérèse would have succumbed, and driven there straight away to check it out.

But!

This Thérèse did not. This Thérèse prevails! And you want to know why? You want to know how I managed this? I will explain.

In three short days I will be joining Doug in New York City for the weekend.

That’s right bitches, I’m going to New York! Aaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie!

Can you tell it’s going to be my very first time there? You can, can’t you. Well, that’s okay. I’m very excited. I’m beyond caring about reigning in my reactions. I’m pretty sure everyone who sees me will instantly know I’m a tourist. And not just because I shall have a camera draped around my neck and shall be screaming “I’M A TOURIST!” but also probably because I will be wide-eyed and staring at everything in a very non-blasé, very non-New Yorker kind of way.

I’m only going to be there for three days, so I don’t have much time, but the time I have, I will be talking about. At the very least, in pictures. So, same bat time, same bat channel, this time next week I will aim to have at least one picture up. See how nice it is to have goals? It’s nice to have goals. Even if they’re basement-y, rather than lofty.