So the day after crazy Tuesday…
We spent the morning talking. Badtz played with my tailless kitten Miku as I texted the people I knew to see who could give us a ride back to our cars parked in the Oregon District.
We also talk about the crazy night and how lucky we where. On my cell phone I have a pic of Badtz drawing on the bathroom wall. On her cell phone she has a pic of us posing with some black guy with a mo-hawk in the bathroom. Neither of us knows that guy and neither of us remembers taking the pic. I laughed over it for nearly five minuets.
Finally my friend T-Fish agrees to drive us to the Oregon district. We tell her all about the previous night’s adventures as she drives us to our vehicles. She opts to head back home over hanging out with us more.
I climb into Badtz car for I’d talked her into going to a thrift store. I do love thrifting. The bag of wine is gone. Looking back over the blurry pictures on my cell phone confirms that the bag of wine had been transported to the bar with us. It was left in a bathroom stall on the back shelf of a toilet.
We wander around Dorthy Lane Market both of us looking a mess in this rather upscale grocery store. The food all looks wonderful but I can’t bring myself to spend the money. We get Abbeys instead. The kids meals have apples to apples as the toy this month! I dream about getting kids meals every day and eventually having a full apples to apples set.
Goodwill outlet is busy as usual but goddammit it I do love that place. As an outlet they get some leftovers from other goodwill’s in the Dayton area. They get so much stuff that it’s impossible to organize the merchandise. Bins full of things in lines are all you see. And they stretch on for a good distance. I would say the Goodwill Outlet is about four times bigger than a normal Goodwill.
There are people here that get aggressive when the new bins come out. They wear gloves and line up elbow to elbow. There people are professional antiques dealers, ebay sellers, daycare owners, scrapers and hoarders. I like to hover amongst them but I’m more of a sniper myself. I’ll hover behind these people, looking over their shoulders and in between their frantic swinging arms. If I spot something I will abruptly dive between them. Be it over, under, or forcing my way in-between some folks. On this day using that technique I got myself a pair of black chuck knee high boots. They fit and despite a decent amount of wear I consider them to be an awesome find.
There is always some degree of risk involved in shopping here. In bins of chaos things will be broken, smashed, and pieces of things lost. I’ve gotten glue and perfume on my hands countless times. I’ve encountered broken glass but I haven’t gotten any bad cuts as of yet.
Badtz buys Christmas gifts here which I had done myself but my holidays shopping was done by this point. I am ready go to before she is so I linger and text the boyfriend. Finally we check out and with pricing based off weight everything is fantastically cheap.
Badtz had to take her boyfriend to an appointment so she drops me off at my car. The last thing I say is an apology for puking on her fuzzy black cat hat.
Not wanting to go home for fear of my mothers anger I drive to T-Fish’s apartment. I partake early practically as soon as I get there which gives enough time to sober up. I find myself helping T-Fish assemble a futon and rambling about various things. She listens patently and tells me of her mothers recent visit.
Wanting free food and hearing that the boyfriend is feeling a little better I drive to his house next. We watch Breaking Bad, I eat Spaghetti, I partake again and get some action before another episode then a long drive home around 2 in the morning.
My mother is asleep by the time I get home. The following morning she asks me where I had been for two days. She knows nothing of the cop incident. I sign a relief like the innocent verdict in a high profile case and casually tell her “I’ve just been out.”