Especially at the Apple Store.
I feel about the Apple Store like Holly Golightly felt about Tiffany’s — NOTHING bad can ever happen to you there.
Sure, I’ve been there once or twice with a problem (one they’ve always solved), but mostly it just feels that I’ve stepped into a better, finer universe — one where everything is beautifully designed and state of the art — and I want to have (NEED to have) absolutely everything they can offer me.
Fortunately, Saturday’s trip was for Susan’s upgrades (phone and laptops), although I was full of inspiration for ipad gifts (all dependent on UPWARD DOG sales, mind you).
Our helper Justin was awesome. He laughed knowingly at my shopper’s lament that every time I buy something at the apple store I am given a choice of spending an additional $150 to $199 for twice the memory or usage or bandwidth or what-have-you of something I’m not sure if I even need the lower level amount of. I’m challenged, even inspired by this kind of unsolvable problem — one that requires me to know how many gigabites of email I read per month — or just how many texts I’ll be sending come January 2012.
Beach walk and lunch at the beach with Susan and Belle, downtime, and then installation and mini-tutorials of Susan’s purchases.
Siri, the automated phone lady, is a GENIUS. Somehow this works one billion times better than the non-functioning Voice Command feature on last year’s model.
I also insisted Susan get a back-up drive, given that I now have Carbonite via the wireless, and two physical back-up drives, plus I believe in keeping the most vital documents on DVDs inside a refrigerator — just in case there’s a fire — and another set at least 500 miles away — in case there’s a natural disaster. Under any set of circumstances, I want to know my data is SECURE. It may be the one thing I can more or less control in life.
Then we watched the finale of DOWN WITH LOVE. A little more computer time.
Some WB shows on the web for me and lastly some MODERN FAMILY on Hulu.
Thus ends my Saturday, a day whose tone was set by the sexy, future utopia the Apple Store promises me, each and every time I visit.
And unlike other kinds of addictions, I feel that each and every time the high only gets better, clearer, and stronger; each time I’m closer and closer to an ultimate and perfect fusion of beauty, utility, and bliss.
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