Going Big in T-Town

Just after we get into the mini van Heather says "let's go big, tonight's our night out... I'm showered." Well, go big we did! The H-Bomb and I dropped some serious tracks on T-Town (Tucker, GA) tonight. We got onto the scene fashionably late... like 8:30PM.

First we booked out for some Scholtsky's Deli but they were closed so we took the party to Target. Yeah! We rock and rolled for a while, checking out the comfort apparel. We both wanted to buy some sweat shirts or sweat pants. Lounging attire, you know. Booom. In your face! We checked on the baby strollers. We're gettin' one of the runners for the kid. I dropped a third of a C note on 18 pairs of black socks. Sexy, man: You know the difference between you and me? I make these socks look good. Heather rocked out with some cheesy pacman ringer tees and some other crap. We saw triathlete Kelly and she partied at the checkout with us. It was a mad romp but it didn't end there. We were just warming up! Party in the hizzouse!

Next it was off to T-Bell where Heather got some mad energy bars (tacos). I abstained.

We soon found ourselves in the party mobile parked in the preggie parking spot at Goody's Family Clothing Store. This place is a bad ass party machine. I found a pair of the jeans I wear at 1/4 off! Slappin' it! And a grey hoodie sweat shirt for one tenth of a C note. Heather found some comfort crap to buy too. I declined to give my phone number out to a chick... she asked me for it but I'm married so I'm committed. She didn't know what to do she was to busted out. (She was the cashier asking for market research data... but I still count it as a notch in the old belt, if you know what I mean.)

After the raging scene at Goody's we made haste for the Dubya M (or Walmart as some lamerz people call it). Man, that place is packed with energy. Vibes. All sorts of crazy people rockin to their own drummer. It's like a rave (I've never been, but I've seen pictures). And one dollar blue gumby pillows. Got one. H-machine found a toy for the Secret Santa program she's taking part in. Man, hot and charitable... that H-muffin is my hero! I wandered the aisle wondering why in the hell kids these days need a Potty Elmo to figure out how to take a crap. I didn't need a Potty Elmo to make happy jingle to teach me how to crap. I turned out just fine. Sure, I leave some skids from time to time and I miss the bowl when I'm listening to the Bee Gees on the throne, but don't we all? We busted moves at the bar (checkout) for a while... long line. Then we broke the scene.

The cops followed us out of the joint (they did... the T-Town police precinct is next to the Dubya M). We made it home, exhausted at 10:20PM. What a night. Man, we went big. Mad props to H-bomb and all the partiers in T-Town. We'll see you next time we want to go big. Peace!

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