Let me clear this up. I paid for love – not for sex. Hookers don’t love you. (No matter what my brother and his friend, Steve, say.)
This transaction, money for love, was made at the Mile High Flea Market about 2 weeks ago.
If you’ve never been there before – let me give you a little background… although I’m sure I won’t do it justice – you just have to go.
It all started with a misunderstanding of the difference between a flea market and a farmers market – I gathered up all my hung over friends on a Saturday morning with the intention that we were going to get some fruits and veggies. This was the first mistake.
Once we all came to terms with the fact that this wasn’t just going to be a quick trip and more like a day excursion – we decided to make the best of it by betting who could buy the best/worst/funniest thing in this place.
It’s one of those places where you could find absolutely anything if you look hard enough. There was literally everything there. Including a kitchen sink. It was like going to Mexico without a passport.
On top of that – I swear it was the hottest day of the year. And heat just makes a hangover 600 times worse. Insert drinking a Mikes Hard Lemonade here. Mistake number 2.
We started off strong – my cousin found an old school desk to paint for Izzy (and a meat pounder). My other cousin found an awesome antique record player. And, although my roommate swears he saw it first (he didn’t) – we found a 6 bottle shot pourer for $5…
..which would arguably be the winner of our contest if my friend Martha hadn’t seen a 12 year old girl walking around with a puppy.
Now – I’m a cat person all the way. I would be content on having a plethora of cats to hang out and watch Netflix with until my dying day. I am also notoriously known for finding stray cats and bringing them home with me (thanks to my mom and dad for putting up with them.. and me.) It’s just something I do. With that said – I have never really wanted a dog. And if I were to get a dog – I imagined it would be one that would run with me, play fetch, be able to go up the stairs even.
I barely hesitated when she said it was for sale and held it for only 30 seconds and I was on my way to the ATM. I called my brother on the way to see if this was a reasonable decision. He said it wasn’t. And deep down I knew it wasn’t. But it must have been deep, DEEP down. Because I bought the puppy… (best decision ever / mistake number 3?!?)
I know I’ve been really bad about posting lately as many of my readers have pointed out to me. But now ya’ll know why. Having a puppy is hard work. It’s growing up.. kind of. The night before I bought her, I was trying to get my friends to go to a hotel party at 4am and now I have a mini dog to be responsible for. As my cousin Adam told me – “you know you have to feed a puppy to keep it alive, right?” That said, I will try to be more consistent with my posts.
Moral of the story: $150 is a small price to pay for unconditional love. And I haven’t regretted it… yet.
J and Piper