I went to the scrapbook expo today with my friends, Anna and Deidra. After driving around a full parking lot, I ended up at the dirt lot across the street (I don't know who designed that place, but they didn't have parking in mind). The weather was nice, warm but a bit windy... and not too bad of a hike to the expo center.
Inside I felt like an alcoholic in a liquor store. I go often, but it never ceases to make me smile. Rows upon rows of booths full of stickers, paper and stamps, OH MY! And my alotted spending allowance went quickly, but not without something to show for it (Skull paper! Eee!).
My friends and I walked to a nearby restaurant for lunch, by this time the wind had picked up a bit and made Anna feel like Medusa with her hair blowing this way and that. However, after lunch the wind was much worse.
Remember being young (yeah, right) and going outside when it was super windy with an umbrella to see if you could fly? Or standing forward letting the wind keep you from falling on your face? It was that kind of wind. The kind where when you open your mouth you end up eating a dirt sandwich and it is the worst gritty feeling. Yeah, it was awesome. And at this point we decided to take off, to do so we had to walk back to the car. In the dirt lot. Which was eleventy-billion times worse. Dirt was blowing everywhere. A very big gust came crashing into us and assaulted all exposed skin with dirt and small rocks (poor Anna in a skirt).
Dirt in my eyes, all over my glasses, even in my purse. And after touching my face and hair and feeling the gritty residue, I decided I would need to take another shower just to get it off me. And I even found it in my ears. Ugh.
It was awful.
A shitty storm is definitely blowing in. Please don't let it be snow (again)!
(Sorry, there really was a point to this when I started writing, I guess I just lost it along the way.)
