The outlet mall is weird. It's so desolate, at least on weekdays, and everyone there pushes through the racks like pissy zombies, intent on GETTING GOOD DEALS. They tried to tart the place up with Spanish tile and a speaker system that blares treble-heavy goodtime oldies, but it's still bleak, ugly, and a bitch to navigate.
Not that that stopped us from buying lots of stuff. Eric and Roone got a ton of cheap undies, pants, and shirts. I only got a belt and a dress that does not suit me at all. I will try it on before every party I go to for the next six months, take it off, leave it on the floor, and wear jeans instead. It's pink. I love it.