So every once in awhile Amy drags me along for her monthly pilgrimage to her mecca of Urban Outfitters. I sneer every time I hear her say she wants to get something there whenever we are doing our biweekly New York shopping tour. At least its not the contemptible Amercian Apparel and she usually picks out the more tasteful items from the Urban MTV chic looking selection. That means the women's selection is somewhat decent, however, if you are a guy and prefer to not actually give a thought to what you wear, so you only where t-shirts and jeans, then this is the store for you. I usually pass my time by turning every experience into a Where's Waldo-ish scene where you have to find the one person not having an identity crisis. I can never find him.

Even though we joke about the clothes one can buy there I still cant help thinking that deep down Amy wants to be a hipster. She will deny it if you try to ask her, she just reacts like it's a cardinal sin to ask. She sent me an email this morning entitled, "I know your dying to go to this!!." When she says this it always means, "Hipster brainwashing material enclosed." She is on the Urban Outfitters mailing list of course. She likes getting mail from eager merchants for some reason. Here is the screen shot of what she sent me--after I added my personal touch to it.