adventures slash fantasies in wireless communication (a guest entry by that girl)

so yesterday we went to the cingular store, my lovely girlfriend whose blog this is and i, because we knew that on a saturday in bougieville things would be all sunshine and roses and there wouldn't be a wait at all, and, in fact, we would happen to stumble through the big glass doors on "national free phone day," or maybe they were going to give a free phone to the one millionth customer and we happened to walk in and there would be confetti and balloons and streamers and noisemakers and the like, and she'd get her new phone and then music would start up, something with a good beat, deep base, something you can jump and grind to, and the camera would pan back on revelry and free electronics and an orgy of cellular goodness.

well. not so much. but what matters is she's got a hot new phone, hotter than your phone and hotter than that one, too, and i only had to restrain her from throwing rocks at a few people. that one chick, though, the one who said, "everyone else in the family has a razr, what about meeee"? she totally deserved it.

so hit my girl up. she'd like to hear from you. even you, maybe.