So we finally arrived back in good ol’ Denver proper. On the trip back I spilled a package of M & M’s. And then I couldn’t find my purse when we got back and I wasted a lot of time looking for it. Turns out it was in the car or something (not something, actually…it was definitely in the car). It felt like it should be midnight but it was like 3:30. We trudged over to Twist and bought a nice mixture of rap (they had the awesome Edan record Beauty and the Beat, which I’ve been wanting to own for a while now. It’s a great album and the album cover is one of my favorites (of modern covers anyhow)) and dance and British folk. I felt ok about all of these purchases, but it still seemed like I was kind of missing something so I went to check all the usual things I check on but don’t really expect to find (but hey, sometimes something will arrive unexpectedly and make me outrageously happy…and you’re probably wondering why I just don’t order stuff, but that’s not how I go about buying music at record stores. It’s all about the hunt and surprise and expectation…I get off on it, you know?) and I was finally at my last thing to check–Beat Happening–before we could check out. I absolutely adore Beat Happening (and Mr. Calvin Johnson), but I only actually own Jamboree and I’ve never been able to find any of their other albums in stores. So I check it every week with the dim hope that another one of their albums will come in. This time some guy was spending a super long time looking at all the Beatles CDs and so I was just hanging out, looking at items in the As that I’m only vaguely interested in at this point (in a few months, who knows? My moods have been moving at the speed of fucking light lately) and Eric couldn’t even think of what I was waiting to check on (I was being an annoying bitch and making him guess)…and then I happened to start glancing through all the newly used CDs (I used to check that entire section every damn week and be super thorough about the whole process, but I haven’t done it so regularly for the last several months…and I don’t really know why. I guess I’ve just been lazy) and suddenly, out of nowhere, was a used copy of Black Candy. I was like, “Oh my god” and Eric was like, “What?” and I held it up and it took him a while to even comprehend the weirdness of the situation (it even being there was bizarre, but especially considering how long I’ve waited to buy it and how I was waiting to check the new Beat Happening section right then and the only reason I saw it was because someone was blocking that section…I know you probably don’t appreciate any of this, but just trust me, it was a damn miracle, it was). And then…we finally bought everything and left or whatever (anti-climactic?! Yes!).
We then tried to go get my car (actually my parent’s old car, because my car is having problems of its own and is currently somewhere being worked on) towed out of the garage at my job (it won’t start for some reason or another) but we couldn’t reach anyone and the clearance on that freakin’ garage is insanely low (like 6′4”) so I don’t know what tow truck is even going to be able to get in there to get it. It’s kind of stressing me out to tell you the truth. Anyway, Eric made me put the thing in neutral and he tried to push it around to make it easier for a tow truck to get to but the garage is on a slope and the whole thing was really exhausting for both of us (hey, steering a car in neutral is way hard). I ultimately convinced him to give up and we decided to deal with it the next day (today, incidentally…and you’re right, we didn’t).
We then ate at Lime, which we’d never been to before. It was pretty good, all in all. I’m obsessed with edamame again and I’ve really liked getting it at restaurants lately because I’m so used to making it for myself (and anything made by others always tastes better) and they had some pretty good edamame with dipping sauce. I also had two raspberry mojitos and managed to get really fucking wasted. I started spouting off weird conspiracy theories about cartoons from my childhood and shit (how I’m mentally fucked up because of Strawberry Shortcake or Rainbow Brite or some nonsense…and Eric wasn’t buying any of it, darn it) and I was just absurdly drunk by the time we left.
Revisit the cult classic: Part 1
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