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yesterday i was at whole foods eating a salad alone, totally content. right before i put my fork down to prepare to leave an old hippie man with dreadlocks came up to me and asked me if i wanted to talk or if i wanted to be left alone.
why do hippies always want to talk to me?
i feared he may have been a cult recruiter, so i said i'd rather be alone.
ethan's birthday is on friday.
i'm going to see him tomorrow.
i haven't posted about my journey to buy a bowl and i need to do so in order to remember it forever, because the whole thing was a fabulous experience.
so here's what happened (if anyone is actually reading this, stop now, because this is really more for me than you):
i talked to jamie about where to buy a bowl, and she told me a store on cottman ave called "artifacts" that's how she spelled it.
she told me to take township line rd to get to cottman.
i decided to look for directions online but i couldn't even find any listing for "Artifacts"
i took township but it turns out it was closed, so i took the first detour i saw, which took me to a random place that is no where near where i needed to be.
so i took another detour, ended up on the PA turnpike and almost ended up in new jersey.
i finally got back to my house and i had to get gas, so i did, from a lovely man who gave me totally new directions.
using the new directions i got to cottman avenue, which is huuuuuge, but it just so happened that right where i turn to get onto cottman was "artifaX", a totally different spelling!
i had to park on someone's driveway, totally illegal, but i needed this bowl.
so i rushed into the store.
walking into artifax is like the scene in willy wonka when they walk into that candy room where everything is edible.
and it was full of 40 year old men who were like the kids in that scene. they dropped any masculine front because they were surrounded by bowls and bongs and bubblers, oh my!
since i was parked very illegally i had to hurry because i really didn't need to call my mom from the bong store cause my car got towed on cottman avenue.
so i bought the most boring 24.95 crap bowl ever and hauled ass out of there.
i was so scared of being towed and having to call my mom that i was shaking while i drove home.
the end
why do hippies always want to talk to me?
i feared he may have been a cult recruiter, so i said i'd rather be alone.
ethan's birthday is on friday.
i'm going to see him tomorrow.
i haven't posted about my journey to buy a bowl and i need to do so in order to remember it forever, because the whole thing was a fabulous experience.
so here's what happened (if anyone is actually reading this, stop now, because this is really more for me than you):
i talked to jamie about where to buy a bowl, and she told me a store on cottman ave called "artifacts" that's how she spelled it.
she told me to take township line rd to get to cottman.
i decided to look for directions online but i couldn't even find any listing for "Artifacts"
i took township but it turns out it was closed, so i took the first detour i saw, which took me to a random place that is no where near where i needed to be.
so i took another detour, ended up on the PA turnpike and almost ended up in new jersey.
i finally got back to my house and i had to get gas, so i did, from a lovely man who gave me totally new directions.
using the new directions i got to cottman avenue, which is huuuuuge, but it just so happened that right where i turn to get onto cottman was "artifaX", a totally different spelling!
i had to park on someone's driveway, totally illegal, but i needed this bowl.
so i rushed into the store.
walking into artifax is like the scene in willy wonka when they walk into that candy room where everything is edible.
and it was full of 40 year old men who were like the kids in that scene. they dropped any masculine front because they were surrounded by bowls and bongs and bubblers, oh my!
since i was parked very illegally i had to hurry because i really didn't need to call my mom from the bong store cause my car got towed on cottman avenue.
so i bought the most boring 24.95 crap bowl ever and hauled ass out of there.
i was so scared of being towed and having to call my mom that i was shaking while i drove home.
the end