I was asked by my dear friend Adam to post my version of our outing to Costco tonight, I will grant his wish.

I was a hot summer night, working toward the end of August, the sun still scorching my skin long after it hid itself behind the distant hills. I drove down the freeway, my car packed full with an entire house full of people hungry for supplies...and food. Sarah changing each song as soon as it got good, she kills me inside and I think it's my favorite thing about her. My only reason for the outing was to stock up on bottled water, I was balls thirsty all day and had very little drink. Now that I think about it, I was probably lucky that I had enough life in me to make the trip. Anyway, the car was full of noise, conversations I cannot recall. I speed toward the off-ramp and we arrived at Costco. The parking lot there always makes me nervous, whether I'm driving or not. People who are walking seem to not fear one ton moving chunks of steel barreling toward them at any given time, and the other drivers seem not to care enough about their chunks of steel to avoid other drivers. It's a hectic place and I feel lucky every time I safely park. 

Inside the massive store we began looking at random stuff, which is the same way our outings always begin, whether it be Big-screen tv's no one should be able to afford (even with massive costco discounts) or cell phones and cameras. It's always fun to look I guess, things you want but can never have, or things you have and never should have gotten. MONEY, save it. We eventually made our way into the main section of the store to stock up on whatever we were missing, first things first, toilet paper. Thanks for remembering, Adam. Rachel managed to get herself separated from the group in the first five minutes, maybe she told someone she was going somewhere, I dunno. I went looking for Crystal Lite (did I mention the water and the toilet paper were just inches from each other? They knew I was coming, I appreciate their assistance.) like I always do, and they didn't have it...like they never do. I gave up quickly on finding it, I think I knew in my heart there was nothing to find, so I started my search for Rachel. I managed to circle the damn place before I spotted her, I yelled her name. She didn't hear. So I patiently followed at a slightly faster pace to catch up, and by the time I reached her, ofcourse she had regrouped with everyone, showing that my search and rescue mission was completely unneeded. To the kitty towers! We looked at the towers for a short time only, they weren't the ones Rachel had her heart set on, and we didn't exactly have any means of transport anyway, so we had to leave them behind...a shame. 

Next came...let me think. I think we got some bread. NO WAIT. First Adam went looking for something and Rachel proceeded to try on her newly acquired pants over the pants she was already wearing. She's crazy sometimes, I love that girl. Anyway, it was hilarious, especially when she was taking them off because people were being pretty nosey about it. I can imagine what they must have been thinking. "That young woman is removing her pants, in the middle of the store at that! What has this place come to!?" Or "DAMN, bitch be taking her pants off!" or that one guy who was spying from two isles down saying to himself "Yeaaaaaah, that's the stuff". Regardless, it was funny. After Sarah beating me up along the way and then riding the kart for a bit we came to the food court. (there was a thing with the book section too, Sarah brought be a book written by our current democratic presidential representative, which I ended up taking back. Only I couldn't find exactly where it went so I found a section with all things Obama and kind of just buried the book.) ALRIGHT FOOD COURT. It's kind of funny that after being hungry for so long, that I was no longer hungry by the time food was readily available. Right after talking about how I've been mysteriously losing weight also...Who knows. We sat down and I had a couple bites of Rachel's delicious strawberry chocolate ice cream cup thing, it was pretty delicious. Then I drank the drink Sarah got her, because apparently the idea was to mix together lots of different drinks and kill your sister. I was more suited to drink the death beverage it turned out. It's worth mentioning that Adam tortured me with hot Pizza air. I probably still have ten coats of thin grease plastered to my face, thanks BRUH.

The way home was pleasant. Had some music on and it was pretty relaxed. Adam's knees were still planted firmly in my back, but that's ok, the dude is tall. The ride home always seems short, which is sad because the ride home is the one I normally enjoy most when spending time with my new family. (We don't get much of a chance to talk anymore, work is abysmal and time consuming, coming home and sleeping..that kind of thing. I enjoy their company so much and it's funny not spending time with the people you literally live with. All things that will work themselves out I trust.) We take a short time to talk before we come back to our main road, and not long after we pull into the drive way. This part would normally be insignificant to this particular entry, but Justin was parked in our driveway, which is ironic in it's own way because he's the one who has the truck that can hold the kitty tower. I thought it was funny. That's kinda it..I sat for a little while, while Rachel played Halo, then watched Samurai Champloo with Sarah. The night is almost over, I think I'm about ready for bed.

This concluded my first entry, I will now go look for spelling and/or grammar errors.

This concludes my first entry.