
Readers, it is with a heavy heart that I bring you some terrible news. On Saturday afternoon, after enjoying the colorful and innovate vegetarian buffet at
Woodlands in Takoma Park, I received this disturbing text message from
Adventures in Unemployment:
Sent: 4/4/2009 3:50 PM
Serratore, Angela
Dude, I am at Beauty Island and they are going out of business!My heart - no joke -
stopped. Could it be? Was my favorite last-minute party accessory and one-dollar nail-polish standby with the
oft-butchered name really shutting its doors? I replied immediately.
Sent: 4/4/2008 3:52 PM
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Really??????? I pocketed my phone, hoping that my comrade in blogging (and IRL) was merely experiencing the customary
Blues Control-induced hallucination, having been to Comet to see them the night before. But alas:
Sent: 4/4/2009 3:53 PM
Serratore, Angela
April 20! Everything is on major sale - I just got seven pairs of tights for 3 bucksSigh. While the prospect of paying 43 cents for a pair of tights is one that gets me considerably stoked, I am a legitimate puddle of sadness knowing that I will no longer have a neighborhood place to buy spray-gold bamboo hoops. The rug is getting pulled out from under us
just in time for hippie beach season, a spring-and-summer specific outfit vibe that is like,
contingent on gilded earwear. What's a girl to do?! R. I. P., Beauty Island! I am really fucking sad you're closing!