The Tyson's Corner Experience.

I went to Tyson's Corner last night before our FHE BBQ at the Bishop's house. Why? To go to the Genius Bar at Apple ... my ipod has totally been acting up ever since the triathlon and that is just not going to fly for me. I keep getting messages saying my ipod is corrupt and that it has no battery power. So, this was the first time I could get into the store to have it checked out.

I had a bit of time on my hands before my appointment at the Apple Store, so I stopped at Ann Taylor Petites. They had the cutest shoes that I bought - and since they were on sale, it evened out with the things that I returned to a couple other stores. Its always nice to go to the mall and walk out with a new pair of shoes and more money in your wallet than you walked in with!! (I wish that happened more often.)

So on to the Genius Bar. Apparently my ipod has been corrupted. How? I am not sure. Something to do with the software and the external 3rd party charging mechanism. Hmm. So he restored it for me and told me to take it home, charge it on my iHome, and then transfer all my music back to it. I was able to do that ... now it just permanently shows the battery on the screen like its charging all the time. Strange, yes, but if it works, then I'll take it. The true test will be when I go running tonight. I just hope it doesn't stop 5 minutes into my run! (or 5 seconds like last week). I've got my fingers crossed! Although I do have my eye on the 8gb special edition Red nano that they have out right now ... its a pretty penny though so I hope mine takes to the fix!

I still had a little while before the BBQ by the time I finished up at the Apple store, so I decided that I'd go to Nordstrom. Probably out of laziness more than anything, seeing as how Tyson's is one of the largest malls in the country and has just about every store known to man! I'd parked at Nordstrom though, so it seemed the logical choice. I browsed through the lingere section and saw a woman (if I can call her that - she definitely younger than me) and I asked her if she would fit me. So she took me into the dressing room, got out her measuring tape, and proceeded with the fitting. Then she got a 'fitting bra' which was hideous, and then took like 10 minutes to find a few others that she thought I would like. (None of which I really did, as a side note.) She went to get a few more, and I was bored out of my mind in the dressing room. I have no idea what was taking her so long. It kind of reminded me of my What Not to Wear experience, standing in front of a mirror, staring at myself, with nothing else to do. Then I heard her shoes flip-flopping down the hallway and she came back in with more. Of course she loved the one that I had on - 'its a perfect fit!' and just like the one that she has (go figure she is an A at best...), and went to find just one more in a different color. Maybe she had to go into the inventory room (which doesn't exist) to look or something, because it took longer for her to pick a couple bras than it does for me to choose a kind of ice cream at Cold Stone!

This whole process was taking MUCH longer than I'd anticipated, so by this time I am totally late for the BBQ. I was trying to figure out how I was going to make my escape, when I heard her shoes coming back in with another customer - she told her that she'd be right in to fit her after she gave me this bra. So, she came in, gave the bra to me, and told me she'd be in the next fitting room if I needed anything. I told her that I was going to try this one on and then take a look at the other colors in some of the styles she'd brought for me to try. That's what she thought. What I really did was as soon as she left, I hurried to put my own bra back on, threw on my shirt, and hurried out of the dressing room as I heard her giving the other woman the results of her bra fitting. The escalator is in the middle of Nordstrom, and I practically had to run to make it so I was at least halfway down the escalator - out of sight - before she came out of the dressing room and saw my bright orange shirt escaping her little commissionable self! I am sure it was quite the sight to see ... my disheveled mess of a customer breaking out of the dressing room and making a beeline to the escalator like there was a fire or something! Luckily my skirt was still in tact and my slip wasn't gathered up in the back like it could have been ... next time I have a few mintues to kill at the mall, I should do something a little less stressful!