It was one of those weeks that needed a visit to IKEA. The trip served two purposes: (1) I finally landed my first full-time job in ten months and had to do some product research for my new office and (2) I got to hang out with a close friend to iron out some personal aggression with a motorcycle ride and lunch. I don't reserve trips to everyone's favorite Swedish furniture store just to times of emotional distress, but a meatball plate and coordinated home goods can do a lot for a slightly maimed psyche.
After nibbling on that famous cuisine that the confines of the blue and yellow building had made so popular, we began our winding trek through the store's sample rooms, wearing our motorcycle gear and holding on to our helmets. Then an idea struck me in the midst of my clouded mind. I needed to make fun of myself and do something stupid. So I handed my smartphone to my buddy and threw my helmet on.
It was time to go test out some couches.
Don't get in my way, I'm a biker chick on a mission. |
I started with a long, green couch on the main walkway. This one seemed comfortable, and the pillows were good placeholders for other theoretical guests. It was also a little too far from the giant big screen in the demo room across from my location to really enjoy the view. But I sat there contemplating about 90-degree angles until I had my fill and went to look for another couch.
Silence. I am imagining throwing a questionable person judo-style into the table in front of me. Breathe in, breathe out. Okay, I feel better. |
The helmet is a safe place to sing, to curse, and to scream. Actually, I'm just smiling here. |
Now it was time to test out the kitchen area. Someone make me a sandwich. I'm waiting. The meatballs weren't enough to satisfy my rage appetite.
Just add water and a conversation. |
Might have to get physical plant in here to get the clog out. |
The rest of the week was far more positive. Aside from starting the full-time job with a new found energy and fervor, February 14 marked exactly a year since I came home to Southern California. And that is what I choose to celebrate with a couple pounds crab legs, several rounds of sushi and sashimi, a personal viewing of Fifty Shades of Grey (I didn't watch it for the plot), and a date with a wine-drinking Kiwi.
You know, Kiwi, you were much taller and muscular in the photos. |
Life advice from the Two-Wheeled Tourist: When the going gets tough, go visit IKEA and take a few photos. Then throw on a trashy movie and enjoy the rest of the evening.
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