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A TRIP TO IKEA| February 20, 2006 - There were plenty of jokes about my planned visit to
IKEA. Laura was driving out to Houston to pick me up and stop off at IKEA on the way home. She needed a coffee table, desk, and a chair and had a budget of $300. Chris asked if I expected Hell to look like IKEA, and I joked with DMac he'd arrive back in Colorado before we even hit the check outs.
So Laura met us downtown, and we headed west in an ultimately fruitless search for the beer can house. I drew up a quick map with a general location, believing we'd have internet access sometime in Houston to print out a better one. No dice though, so we ended up eating at the whitest Mexican restaurant in Tejas. |
Always be wary when your girlfriend wants you to go to IKEA with her.
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Lunch was fine, I wasn't too hungry after the meal and the drinks from the night before, and after snaking through the western edges of Houston - so tantalizing close to the beer can house - we simply ran out of time and had to cross town and traffic to get DMac to the airport. All bets were on for how late I'd be at IKEA after we made the drop-off. I was throwing around the number 9 a lot, garnering laughter from DMac and groans from Laura.
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As it turned out, we made two sweeps through the store, Laura found all of her goodies for half of her budget, while I ended up dropping $78 on some misc. Swedish crap and another two bucks on two hot dogs and a coke. IKEA is not that miserable an experience, as long as you keep it short, remind yourself everything is made out of cardboard, and you treat yourself to some hot dogs at the end.
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