Tuesday, January 10, 2012

the dregs of the evening

Have you ever gone late-night grocery shopping?
It's a dangerous business.
Firstly, the grocery store is not a happy, bustling crowd of mothers and children. It's eerily quiet and the lights are creepily very very bright. It's super sketchy.
Secondly, everything looks good.
And I mean everything.
One time last summer I went late-night shopping after a show for an impromptu gathering of friends. I picked up hummus, chocolate covered sea-salt caramels, a salad (?), those big squishy, beautifully soft cookies with icing on them, and gluten-free brownie bites (I take care of my friends).
As I go through the aisles, my interior monologue sounds something like this:

CHEESE.
GOUDA.
LEMONADE.
COFEE MATE.
PEANUT BUTTER FUDGE OREOS.
CHOCOLATE COVERED ALMONDS.
CHOCOLATE.
MUST.
HAVE.
ALL.
CHOCOLATE.
CHOCOLATE MILK.
ANIMATRONIC POLAR BEAR. (Oh hai Christmas display that hasn't been taken down yet)
JALEPEÑO POPPERS.
PIZZA BITES.
BEN & JERRYS.
CRESENT ROLLS.
APPLES.
GRAPES.
EVERYTHING.
MUST GET ALL THE FOODS.

So that's always an exciting Monday night.

1 comment:

  1. When I was in college, I lived in a little efficiency apartment two blocks from the grocery store.

    (trying to remember the name of the store right now...it was in Moorhead, MN...oh yes! Hornbacher's!)

    (Love. It.)

    My latenight grocery excursions were motivated by this thought: Oh no! I'm out of coffee! And then the rest of my evening (morning?) was fueled by the thought: Look! I've got coffee! And Doritos! And Milano cookies! And...!

    Have a beautiful day! Saw you at Mass on New Year's Eve but did not make it over to say Hi. So...a belated hello and a "my girls miss you."

    Mrs B

    PS. My word verif. is "quand" which is French for "when". Quand are we going to see you again?

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