Wednesday, May 29, 2013

true life: i'm a chair freak

I think this story is funny.

The morning after Cole's 30th birthday, a group of us went to the most authentic Mexican restaurant in town to get breakfast burritos. I had never been there before, but I've heard about it many a time, so I was excited to check it out a.k.a. shove my face. As we pull into the parking lot of the restaurant, I noticed that there was a thrift store a few yards away. This is typically when the panic/anxiety/excitement/I-can't-hear-anything-anyone-is-saying thing sets in. Mind you, I am with a group of about 10 people and am about to eat the tastiest breakfast burrito my hangover has ever had the pleasure of meeting, but as soon as I saw the sign "thrift shop" I became a possessed freak on a mission to get there and get thrifting. I barely remember to yell over my shoulder to Cole, "just order me whatever, actually, I'm not hungry anymore, I'll just have a bite of yours". And that wasn't a lie. I lost my appetite. Literally, thrifting is like crack to me. Not literally, but you know what I mean. For Cole, this is totally normal. He is used to me being mid-sentence and then becoming totally overwhelmed and distracted by thrifted goods. But I think everyone else was a bit confused. Here we all are, going to enjoy breakfast burritos, and I just jam off to the thrift shop. Sorry friends, I will always choose chairs over food, I don't care how authentically amazing it is. Anyways, I found an adorable chair in amazing condition for $25.00 and was so excited I couldn't eat. The end.






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