Drunk Shopping in Context
Several folks have written to remind me that I’ve yet to elaborate upon my chosen context.
I would say that I’m somewhere between “peach” and “mango.” Peach is the all familiar, pull one off the tree and eat it, while mango is the exotic, far away, “I bet they eat these in China” variety. I’m somewhat familiar, with a few novel twists and turns. You could also describe me as halfway between a poet and an artist but that’s almost redundant. We all grapple with an artist within, just waiting for the proper opportunity to emerge.
Ken has requested that I blog about the my drunk shopping experience so, here it is. Please enjoy it for what it’s worth which, I’m certain even on the black market, is not very much.
We met at Baby A’s, which is a local hang-out and noted for fanciful ‘ritas. It was just Ken and myself. Ted did not show because, as Ken put it, he was “busy loading a flat bed with Pepsi.” Ted really needs to meet Bill, a fellow with whom I work, since Bill is frequently seen chugging Pepsi, but that’s a blogger for a different day.
So, Baby A’s was packed, Ken got us a table, and I had to call him like 4 times on my cell just to find him. I got to playing with my new phone, added Ken as a “Contact” and then asked him for Ted’s number. He told me his theory, claiming that Ted will not answer his phone unless a female is calling, which we decided put to test.
I ordered migas which, I must say, were not nearly as good as those from Trudy’s. If I can conclude anything from Friday’s drinking episode it’s that Trudy’s makes the best migas in town bar none. But this too, is blogger fodder for another day. The ones at Baby A’s weren’t bad, just a little too heavy on the onions and not nearly as fluffy and perky as those from Trudy’s. It’s hard to imagine eggs that could be described as “perky” but they are.
So I had my ‘rita and, since I didn’t have much to eat (all day) and they were very slow bringing our food out, I got drunk, actually silly, rather quickly. After eating I decided I would aggravate Ken and test the Ted phone answering theory, which I did for the remainder of the evening.
Aren’t cell phones really for folks broken down on the highway and people going to happy hour anyway? Who else really needs or uses them? Oh wait, I forgot about job interviews. My bad.
So, getting back to my story, we left Baby A’s and I nagged Ken until he drove me over to Target to get groceries and a coffee pot for my Mom (she loves the pot now, thankfully.) The coffee pot subsequently became my mother’s day present. I called Ted several times from within Target, in part to test the theory and in part to aggravate Ken, who didn’t like me “making a scene.” I’m sure the folks shopping at Target on a Friday evening have never seen a girl like me use a cell phone before, Ken. Hey, I’m just all that novel, aren’t I? I also picked up Sara’s album of re-mixes, which is rather interesting, and almost ran out of gas, which was not. All in all, it’s wasn’t the most earth shattering Friday but it fared much better than the work week I was enjoying until that point.
The only other tidbit of information I really should share is that Baby A’s has some pink elephants painted on the ceiling of their patio area. They are there. Really. I saw them (and I only had one drink, honest.) Really, I did.
They were sort of light, pink, and rather “perky” looking, although that can be taken out of context.
Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in “Carol’s Little World” signing off.
