Day 3 The Wheels are a'turnin'

Alright, so it's day three now.

My room is bare and I am tired of looking at blank walls so Mandie and I decided to go to Bed Bath and Beyond. Again, we are at 23rd and 1st Ave and BBB is on 18th and 6th Ave. We had quite the trek! Hot, sweaty and mildly tired we arrive to the epic building. It's an entire block of pure home goodies!

As I am in the aisle attaining my much needed hamper and laundry basket I see Kristen Shaal, Mel, from Flight Of The Conchords!!!!!!!!! No joke! We bumped shoulders and my first reaction was to feel output, but once I saw it was Mel, all I could do was raise my eyebrows and smile a surprised smile. I kept it cool and walked away when really I wanted to exchange phone numbers and tell her to hook me up. Twas a good experience.

So Mandie starts getting all pissy during the shopping experience and begins to rant about how Graham got her sick. We depart early and flag a taxi down. I unload my load and decide to trek out again in search for beds. Two destinations in mind: Sleepy's and The Furniture Store. Sleepy's was right down the road so I walked over. As I am approaching Sleepy's I need to cross the intersection and this middle aged man leans over and blatantly belches in my face. I was in motion so all I could do as I experienced that disgusting display of 'manners' was turn around and give him a horrified/dirty look. He looked unphased, but I felt better. Then not a block later another man passing the opposite of me leans in and whispers 'your zipper is down'. It took me a few seconds to process what he said before I reacted and he totally lied! My zipper was NOT down! Ass.

HOLY HELL! When did beds become SO expensive?! Nothing for a full size was under $450, which doesn't include shipping and delivery! So I decide to trek over to the Furniture Store because they were offering a full size bed + mattress for $379 and it had free delivery. Too good to be true right? Yeah...you were right. The 'mattress' was a sack semi filled with wispy cotton balls and random metal strips. As for the bed? It wasn't even in stock. Needless to say, it was a total bust. However, before I got there I was yet again interrupted. This time by an incredibly peppy, adderall popping gay guy named Eugene. He was super sweet, don't get me wrong. However, I rrreeeaaallllyyyyy despise the campaigners on the street that bombard you with why you need to donate and participate in their cause. I kept using all the excuses in the book to deviate from this task of simply and purely saying 'NO', when he pulled out his secret weapon. He began singing Persian songs...Arash and Black Cats?! Where'd this kid come from?! How does he know Arash?! After that it was TKO and I consented to a one time donation. Damn him, damn you Eugene! I still like you though, in case you ever read this.



So after that encounter I pass Union Square to get to the next furniture store and in the center of the square there is this massive event going on. The only way I can explain it is that it shared the same vibe, energy and appearance as the epic hippy dance off in Jungle 2 Jungle. No joke. There were bongo players, little tents up of locals selling their works of art, music wavering and massive amounts of swaying bodies. I also saw a bum accost a pedestrian. He was a persistent bum! He was a stalker bum! I was glad John wasn't that pedestrian...that bum probably wouldn't have walked away the way he did.

Another thing that was terrible, as I entered that swampy furniture store a large stream of water splashed randomly and without direction onto my face! Good freaking God! I could feel the bacteria multiplying across my face.

Along my walk back I saw a place that was serving nice cold beer and I was incredibly tempted to stop, drink a brewsky and chat it with the locals...oh wait, I am a local now. Ahh, you get what I mean. I opted not to because I forgot I had a time schedule with Mandie.

As I begin to walk home I feel that familiar, slippery pain within the soles of my sweaty shoes. Blisters. The feeling exponentially was increasing with every step, every inch forward and every block closer. The irritating feeling turned to pain which eventually turned to nausea and I started getting crazy thoughts such as just taking my shoes off and walking barefoot home. CRAZY! I shook that horrendous thought from my head and told myself I'd rather drink my blister's pus before I'd walk barefoot home.

(Not my foot, but I feel bad for this person!)

I entered the place I now call home to only get hustled back onto the streets. Neither of us remember at this moment what we exactly did...which is pretty sad, but oh well.

I cooked dinner that night! Spaghetti and meat balls and might I add it was a hit. Or so they say...