Anyways, I had thought up yesterday's plan in my head a couple of days earlier and it seemed to be a not too shabby idea. Phil and I were going to head up to Concord and stop by Bass Pro Shop so I could "sneak" Phil's birthday gift into the car. After our excursion to Concord Mills, we would head to Ikea to see if we could pick out any furniture for our guest bedroom, since all it has is a bed and it looks pretty pathetic. Shouldn't be too bad, right?
Well, I should have known to turn around about a mile and a half out of Concord Mills when traffic became backed up just to enter on to the ramp. I had this fabulous idea that we would go up the ramp and take a right and turn around and that would get us to Concord Mills MUCH faster. Well, my plan completely back fired. Apparently, Concord Mills Blvd was backed up all the way towards the hotels about 3 quarters of a mile back. Not to mention that, but every side street was backed up because people were attempting to do the same thing I was. Another brilliant plan.. BACKFIRED. I looked at Phil and he looked at me and I said, "What about cookout? Let's just eat there until the traffic dies down." We pull into cookout, order our food, and then Phil starts laughing right after the lady hands us our food. "What?" I asked him. I then noticed he was holding the piece of paper that I had written his gift on. "I'm glad I found this." I was going to get Phil a crossbow (apparently I know NOTHING about hunting since you have to have a special permit to use crossbows...i thought they were just bows?!) So, now my gift is thrown out the window, and to top it all of, traffic is even worse when we try to pull out of cook-out. Two more plans... BACKFIRED.
Most people who know me, know I have anxiety disorder. I haven't really had any problems in the past couple of months, but it started to flair up when I realized what kind of situation we had on our hands. I contain my composure and try to stay calm during the 35 minute drive it took to literally push my way through a half a mile to Concord Mills, just to go attempt to find something Phil will want for his birthday.
As you can imagine, Bass Pro Shop was ridiculously packed, and they were having some kids day, which just made me even more mad because there were little tots running around EVERYWHERE and all I wanted to do was just get in and get out. Well, that didn't happen. We ended up getting Phil a dog crate for Zepp to put in the back of his truck, so Zepp will be more safe when traveling to work with Phil. We also got Zepp a new red collar and a couple of turkey calls for Phil to use turkey hunting. Another reason why I love Phil so much, he picked out things for Zepp for his birthday gift. I really wanted to give him a bow, but those suckers are not in the price range of two people attempting to buy a new car soon (since Phil's BMW can't handle the woods AND the poor thing is on it's last leg.)
Okay, so that wasn't even the worst part of the day. I thought Ikea was going to be a breeze compared to that. Phil and I were Ikea virgins, we had never been there nor did we understand how it worked. Boy, were we in for a treat. We get to the parking lot and it is completely full, we figured since it was a huge place that it wouldn't be so bad. So, we trekked up to the doors of Ikea and blindly went into a place I would like to think hell is. There is only ONE WAY IN and ONE WAY OUT. What the hell is that? I had to walk through this entire place with everyone who had just received there tax check back and through all the pregnant ladies attempting to find new furniture for their babies for ONE item. Within two minutes, the only thing on our minds was to get the hell out of there. It took us 20 minutes to find the one exit leading out. You want to see me freak? I lost Phil in the crowd for a good 3 seconds. I almost died right there in Ikea. If you lose someone in Ikea, you lose them forever, seriously, you might not get out of there.. ever!! We did find one thing we liked, but you have to write down the number and go find it in the warehouse.. umm... no thanks, where are the paid employees to find it for me?! Hell. Pure Hell. I am not bustling through 8000 people trying to find one item. All you crazies can do that ... not for me. Not that I won't ever shop at Ikea, just NOT on a Saturday and NOT when there are 8000 people there. Seriously, I think that's how many people were there. I'll just have to go on a Wednesday morning the day furthest away from any holiday that makes you buy things for people or during a time when the government isn't giving back money to people. Jeez.
So, my idea of hell now is a warehouse that there is only one way out. It doesn't even matter what it is selling. It could all be free, but the fact I have to walk 20 minutes to get out of there? Last time I checked I wasn't 12, and mazes are not fun anymore.
We decided to take the roads leading to Ashlee's work from Ikea, since Phil's sister Ashlee now lives in Charlotte.
We finally arrived at Ashlee's work right before it was about to close and spent some time with her and then headed back to good ol' Taylors.
We didn't do much when we finally got home but watch sit around and have a couple of drinks and watch The Social Network. I was really disappointed in how terrible the acting was. The best actor in the movie was Justin Timberlake. Seriously? I felt like I was watching a serious episode of Gilmore Girls. You can't have conversations that fast. Not even people who are considered genius who live in the north. And the story basically tells us that if you want to be a billionaire, you need to be a dick to your friends and steal other peoples idea? Lame. Almost makes me want to quit facebook all together because this Mark guy seems like a social problem. Anyways, this has lead me to where I am right now. Sitting in a blanket in the dining room, writing on a blog about my life, waiting on Phil to get up and make turkey bacon.. because turkey bacon is .. awesome.
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