How Bizarre. How Bizarre.

I've got to tell you about my evening last night!

Because I'm pretty sure it will be just as interesting and bizarre to you as it was to me. Obvi.

It all started in the elevator, on our way out for 'Date Night' when The Dizzle and I saw a sign saying the tenants in #514 were having a sale.

A sale!

And I know, I know, we're trying to get rid of practically everything we own.

But you see, we need a coffee maker to last us until the end of the month.

So instead of walking out the front door, we hit the elevator button for the 5th floor!

We got to this apartment sale, which reeked of cigarette smoke, btw.

And the guy says, "Hi, how are you?"

So I say, "Do you have a coffee maker?"

And guess what, you guys?

He.Did.

I walked in there prepared to pay not a penny more than $20 for this coffee maker.

So, with a good poker face, I asked, "How much?" {Fully expecting something pricey for this gem.}

And he said, "Twenty Dollars."

So I said, "Oh. Okay. We'll take it!"

And you know what happened THEN?!?!

He said he and his wife were moving in two weeks for.....TURKEY.

Turkey!

Do you see why this was just all meant to be?

Because WE are ALSO leaving the country in a few weeks! 

Not for Turkey, no. But still.

Sort of the same thing?

So THEN. 

He gave us 2 beers. 

One Miller Lite for me and one imported something or other for The Dizz.

We chit chatted for a few more minutes then marched our new coffee maker and beer back home to the 3rd floor.

As if THAT wasn't bizarre enough, let me tell you what happened next.

As we were leaving once again for our 'Date Night," I got an idea.

I said to myself, or maybe I said it out loud, "I think I should have a picture taken of me because it seems like bloggers do that a lot. So I probably should too."

But this is where it got awkward.

Because I'm no Sydney from The Daybook.

I did some weird fake gun thing with my hand and it basically just went downhill after that.

So we quickly moved on.

But THEN.

We saw this.

You guys, it was about 5:30pm on a Thursday afternoon and I WISH this picture could have shown you just how clunky these ladies were walking.

I felt bad for their poor feet. They looked like they were in pain, I tell ya.

Oh, man.

How I MISS the days where I put on a super short, super tight dress, with super high heels so I could go shake my super tight tail feather in da club.

N-O-T.

So THEN. As if our evening wasn't exciting enough, a few short feet down the way, we saw this:

Men.

Men in heels.

Wobbling their way around Downtown.

Boy was I glad I had my camera, yo!

Apparently it was for Domestic Violence and something about putting yourself in "their" shoes.

So.........walking a mile in women's high heels was a perfect way to do that, apparently.

Anyway.

The rest of the night went by quickly.

We stopped in World Market, because well, I love World Market and who knows when I'll ever see one again!

The Dizzle got himself some sort of rice candy that melts in your mouth?

They were weird to me.

He got pretty excited.

Who knew he loved the Asian candies so much?

Then we went to The Strip Club.

Not a take-your-clothes-off kind of strip club {I wish?},

but a cook your own food on the grill kind of strip club.

As in strips of steak, I'm guessing?

Point is: It was amazing.

It was scrumptious.

And it was highly satisfying.

And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, was my bizarre and crazy night in San Diego.

One that I am very happy to have been a part of.

Who knew Thursdays could be so exciting?!

Those girls in short dresses, I'll tell you who.

xoxo

Happy Friday, friends!