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a noble quest

i bought absolutely no socks today, but i did go out with a friend and b's sister (who came from anchorage to spend the holiday weekend with us) and braved the masses crazed with the Half Off All Socks Day sale. a few gifts, a few pair of undies i did not need, and enough cotton batting to fill up the trunk of my car.

we decided to round off the day with an evening in the chena hot springs.

thus began the Noble Quest For A Swimsuit.

we wandered through store after store while numerous sales girls shook their heads in grave determination: no swimsuits. we then thumbed through the phone book, taking rejection upon rejection until our very wills were broken.

what of the market for those who wish to do laps at the pool of a morning?
those who wish to go to the hot springs?
those who wish to join the local polar bear club?
those who wish to fly far far away to a place where snow is a myth?

what of that market?

denied. denied. denied. denied.

there were only two places that had swimwuits: the fitness club store and a specialty sports store. their racks were dirty and neglected, huddled into dark corners for safety.

but yes, we found one.
hallalujia, praise the man Jesus, we found one!

the earth is saved once again from the danger of spining off of its axis and into the nether reaches of the universe, where swimsuits wither and die from never seeing the sun again. sounds much like alaska.