Running into Christina Aguilera before a ‘Toy Story 3′ Screening

After work, I planned to do the following (in sequential order):

1.) Grab a quick dinner consisting of rice crackers and a Cliff Bar at Bristol Farms in the SF Centre.

2.) Go to Bloomingdale’s and ponder whether or not to buy a certain Comme des Garçons shirt that has been on sale. Actually, I have been pondering about it for a while. I really appreciate how I approach shopping as if it is a life or death situation. It’s just a damn shirt — and I’ll admit I was just going to buy it for the label. Having an item by Rei Kawakubo in my closet would boost my self-esteem. (I ended up not buying it. CdG fits me weird.)

3.) Watch a screening of Toy Story 3.

A wrench was thrown in my plans when, while walking, I looked in the window of a bar and saw this on the TV screen:

Flailing diva arms. Red lips. Slicked back blonde hair. Overzealous vocals that could blast a brick wall, irritate your ears with soul and send “Dirrrty” shivers down your spine — it was Christina Aguilera. Singing the National Anthem before Game 6 of the NBA basketball finals between the Los Angeles Lakers and the Boston Celtics. I rushed in just to listen to her belt this tune.

Short black skirt, high heels, the voice, the closed eyes, the waving hand-in-the-air melismatic runs — now that’s a great way to honor our country. Damn.

It’s also a great thing to watch before an animated cartoon about toys.

P.S. Should I go back and buy that CdG shirt?