ADVENTUROUS. Brandon and I woke up early Friday morning and drove to the REI Grand Opening, where we sat in line hours before opening, munching on free food, and speaking gearanese* with 200+ likeminded outdoorsy comrades. Once the ceremonial webbing was cut (no traditional ribbon here), we high-fived our way through a crowd of enthusiastic employees and into that wonderful mecca of gear. We got free Camelback water bottles (BPA free, of course), gift cards, signed up for three separate sweepstakes, and thanks to some serious sales, we were finally able to purchase a Thule rack for our car! Just in time for the big move too.
*Gearanese (GEER-uh-NEEZ): the unofficial language spoken by venturesome individuals regarding the durability, sustainability, and/or breathability of the latest and greatest outdoor equipment products.
THRIFTY. I resurrected my knitting skills to avoid purchasing cute hair accessories, which are now necessary if I have any hope of fashionably surviving the “I’m growing out my bangs” phase. This was my first attempt. What do you think, do I have a future on Etsy?
PS: Mindy, I was so obsessed with your funky pants that I went straight over to Anthro and bought a pair. I have them on right now, and you’re right - they’re sooooo comfy!
PRODUCTIVE. I survived the end of the world… again. Harold Camping’s SECOND doomsday prediction proved to be yet another bust. I wonder when the next one is scheduled to be?
IRONIC. Our car was recently part of a mass recall for an issue with sudden loss of power steering. So after months of using the notice as a bedside coaster, I finally called to make the appointment, which was scheduled for today (Monday, 5/23) at 9:00 AM. But as life would have it, the power steering just couldn’t hold out and it went at the worst time imaginable - as we’re pulling into traffic in congested Midtown on a Saturday night. Thankfully Brandon man-handled the wheel and got us to safety, but not without a close call involving an obnoxious limo driver first.
EMBARASSING. I’ve slowly been donating and/or selling items from our storage unit as part of our purge for the big move, and each trip I push a precarious mass of items via wheeled cart from our 3rd floor unit through a maze of hallways, down an elevator, and across the parking lot to my car. Simply making it to the main floor with everything intact is an accomplishment, but that brief moment of success was short lived as soon as those front wheels seized at the bottom of the ramp, which – thanks to inertia and gravity -effectively catapulted all the items onboard off the cart and onto the pavement. I then looked up in horror to see:
to my right – two moving men less than 20 feet away who must have thought me moronic for 1) over packing the cart and 2) blocking the entire doorway
and to my left – a carwash business whose 10 Latino workmen immediately stopped working on the cars in front of them, stood staring at me with quiet amusement, and then burst forth with loud clapping and hollering.
So being thoroughly humiliated, I did the only thing I could think of… I took a bow... and then I booked it out of there muy rapido.
What a weekend! Happy Monday.
i love you for a plethora of reasons... but the main one, currently: your knitting skills... sweet headband!! my half-birthday is july 23rd... just sayin'!
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