 In the past, I’ve never celebrated St. Patrick’s Day. That surprises me when I think about it because why wouldn’t I celebrate a day mostly about green beer? SML and I woke up early on this day so we could make it to the Parade that runs through the center of a shopping center in Salt Lake City. Some co-workers of mine invited us to the parade on Friday night. SML and I were at the Dandelion Salon receiving treatment when I told him that he’d be appearing in the parade in a green leotard; similar to that of the Riddler in Batman Forever. SML knew I was joking, but you could tell that he really wanted to wear one by the way he smiled and said, “Where do you think we could go try some on?” As long as I’ve known SML, he’s always liked to dress up in slender fitting clothing and never passes up an opportunity. When we were visiting some of his friends, he spotted a wetsuit in their closet and promptly stepped into it and then proceeded to strut around their kitchen.   On Friday afternoon I had made a plan to go garage sale shopping all day on Saturday. I have this quest to find the perfect table and only spend $50 doing it. I created a two-page listing of garage and estate sales that I had found Craigslist and somehow convinced my co-workers that they too should be going on this adventure after the Parade. And that they should drive. As much as I frustrate myself, it’s hard to imagine how other people must react to the way I do things. We drove up and down many streets in Salt Lake City that day, going back and forth between side streets looking for a sale on my list that I imagined would be particularly cool since most of the items were listed as “NEW!” There was a lot of “Where is it?” talk because we were looking for a crowd of people, or items for sale on the front lawn of any house on the streets we were driving through. Instead, what we saw were empty streets, and empty lawns that could have served as warning to not be outside in this neighborhood unles you are a gangsta. It took many moments before I had enough courage to tell everyone what I had just read on my garage sale list. I considered not saying anything and to just continue driving up and down the streets, acting just as bewildered as everyone else. Eventually my conscious got the best of me I finally said, “Oh, it says here the sale is on March 24th.” I said it in the way that I imagine Paris Hilton says everything; like it wasn’t obvious at all that I don’t how to read and that sometimes I am unable to form complete sentences.
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