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Dec. 10th, 2006 05:52 pmToday I had An Adventure.
I was in dire need for flat RED marbles--I had every color but here, it looks like--for another one of the suns I'm doing, and Hobby Lobby failed in that department yesterday. Hobby Lobby failed even harder for having a BUNGEE CORD in the parking lot that got itself hooked onto my back wheel and WRAPPED AROUND THE REAR AXLE about six times, to the point where I thought I might have to have it removed by a professional, but never mind that. I knew full well that the Mom & Pop arts-n-crafts store I get my candymaking shit from didn't have them. Wal-Mart might have, but, uh, HA HA HA HA no. Which meant I needed to go to Michael's. Which is still well within my ten-mile radius, but it's farther away than any of the other places I might have gone. But I also needed to go to the Barnes & Noble in the same shopping center, so it all worked out well.
Except for this little thing called "weather." It wasn't exactly cold today--high fifties to mid-sixties, light-jacket-and-T-shirt weather. But it was kind of threatening to rain. I debated calling a cab, calling a Mom, or attempting to brave Wal-Mart.
"Fuck it," I finally said and hopped on the bike and off I went to Michael's.
It was misting a little, but no problem, mist is fine, it's not all that cold out anyway, a little mist never killed anyone--
So then there I was on this particular stretch of Vista, where there is NOWHERE TO STOP AND WAIT in case of sudden inclement weather, and which also marks the point of no return on this route, when IT STARTED TO ACTUALLY RAIN.
"MOTHERFUCKER," said I, very loudly, and decided to Rain-X my sunglasses next time I went over to Stepmom's place.
Like I said, there's nowhere to stop and at this point, it's better to just keep going than turn around and head back. So by the time I got to the shopping mecca, the rain had more or less tapered off to a little spitty sprinkle, but I was not much drier.
BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!
I have never been to this place while rain was in the area, so I never really paid much attention to this. But today, I learned that the only covered place one could possibly hitch up a bicycle in this entire fucking ginormous shopping center is the shopping cart corral outside the Bed Bath & Beyond. Which, naturally, is at the exact opposite end from all the shit I want. Which was also surrounded by carts that had not actually made it into the cart corral, which I had to hip-check out of the way so I could hitch up the damn bike.
Of course by then it had stopped raining, never to start again.
Michael's did have the flat red marbles I needed. They were, sadly, sorely lacking in the plaster mold department...but hey, they had these little soap molds shaped like stars and moons and shit, they had glass stars, they had neat little wood boxes, I have paint and interesting paper and Mod Podge and glitter... OKAY I THINK I CAN WORK WITH THIS *grab*.
That done, I trudged aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way back down to the end where my bike was hitched up, shoved all my purchases into the slightly wet backpack I lash to the package rack when I go capital-S Shopping, and started to head home. And then I was viciously attacked by Chili's meat fumes and had to stop and eat something.
At least I didn't pick up a stray bungee cord this time.
And now I am home and dry and warm.
I was in dire need for flat RED marbles--I had every color but here, it looks like--for another one of the suns I'm doing, and Hobby Lobby failed in that department yesterday. Hobby Lobby failed even harder for having a BUNGEE CORD in the parking lot that got itself hooked onto my back wheel and WRAPPED AROUND THE REAR AXLE about six times, to the point where I thought I might have to have it removed by a professional, but never mind that. I knew full well that the Mom & Pop arts-n-crafts store I get my candymaking shit from didn't have them. Wal-Mart might have, but, uh, HA HA HA HA no. Which meant I needed to go to Michael's. Which is still well within my ten-mile radius, but it's farther away than any of the other places I might have gone. But I also needed to go to the Barnes & Noble in the same shopping center, so it all worked out well.
Except for this little thing called "weather." It wasn't exactly cold today--high fifties to mid-sixties, light-jacket-and-T-shirt weather. But it was kind of threatening to rain. I debated calling a cab, calling a Mom, or attempting to brave Wal-Mart.
"Fuck it," I finally said and hopped on the bike and off I went to Michael's.
It was misting a little, but no problem, mist is fine, it's not all that cold out anyway, a little mist never killed anyone--
So then there I was on this particular stretch of Vista, where there is NOWHERE TO STOP AND WAIT in case of sudden inclement weather, and which also marks the point of no return on this route, when IT STARTED TO ACTUALLY RAIN.
"MOTHERFUCKER," said I, very loudly, and decided to Rain-X my sunglasses next time I went over to Stepmom's place.
Like I said, there's nowhere to stop and at this point, it's better to just keep going than turn around and head back. So by the time I got to the shopping mecca, the rain had more or less tapered off to a little spitty sprinkle, but I was not much drier.
BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!
I have never been to this place while rain was in the area, so I never really paid much attention to this. But today, I learned that the only covered place one could possibly hitch up a bicycle in this entire fucking ginormous shopping center is the shopping cart corral outside the Bed Bath & Beyond. Which, naturally, is at the exact opposite end from all the shit I want. Which was also surrounded by carts that had not actually made it into the cart corral, which I had to hip-check out of the way so I could hitch up the damn bike.
Of course by then it had stopped raining, never to start again.
Michael's did have the flat red marbles I needed. They were, sadly, sorely lacking in the plaster mold department...but hey, they had these little soap molds shaped like stars and moons and shit, they had glass stars, they had neat little wood boxes, I have paint and interesting paper and Mod Podge and glitter... OKAY I THINK I CAN WORK WITH THIS *grab*.
That done, I trudged aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way back down to the end where my bike was hitched up, shoved all my purchases into the slightly wet backpack I lash to the package rack when I go capital-S Shopping, and started to head home. And then I was viciously attacked by Chili's meat fumes and had to stop and eat something.
At least I didn't pick up a stray bungee cord this time.
And now I am home and dry and warm.
