The apartment crew (Steve, TJ and I) took a nice trip down to Safeway today after doing many hours of homework. I picked out the finest pumpkin I have ever seen in a shopping market (I have seen some nice ones on the Internet). I can’t wait to carve it. I hate the whole “abstract scary face” with triangle eyes and square teeth, so I think I’m going to do something out of the ordinary this year. I’m fairly certain (or hoping) that Sonath (my good Cambodian buddy) is going to carve a panda in his pumpkin. I’m thinking maybe a self-portrait (that would be strange) of my head, or a picture of me and Michael Jackson water skiing. I do have two fine gourds, so if you have any suggestions, go ahead and comment on what I could make.
Speaking of Safeway, we went there a while ago to buy supplies for our first small group thing. I managed to drop $72 on stuff that I can’t even remember (some plates and some Vanish toilet tabs I think). We also needed some candles to get rid of the ever-present Tempe apartment smell in here. Every time we walk in here we say, “What is that smell?” It’s quite fun.
Anyway, I was on candle-duty, trying to pick out a sweet-smelling yet manly candle from the Safeway stock. This is quite difficult to do as is, but then about 90% of the candles are named “Sensual Fruit Lavender Bouquet,” and I know I can’t walk up to the cashier and pay for them without looking over my shoulder. I could buy that latest flavor of “Mystical Tingleberry”, but how could I do it and respect myself as a male? I guess I could take the candle and slap it between a large steak and an issue of Car and Driver, but that would end up being a $25 candle. Where are the scents “Lumberjack Pine” or “Benchin’ 250 at Gold’s”. I want something to make me feel like a man. Don’t guys care about how their apartment smell?
Well, I stood in front of this large assortment of candles just staring, because it’s overwhelming. I look over my shoulder, pick up a candle, and give it a whiff. “Mmm. Fruity, yet I don’t want our apartment to smell like 600 girls.” I kept sniffing, sorting, and before I knew it, I was standing really close to a guy I didn’t know. Both with candles in hand, smelling the scents, and then I thought, “Is that Celine Dion playing on the Safeway speakers?” It was. The guy next to me mumbled something so I slapped that candle back on the shelf and fast walked it over to the meat section. I grabbed a large pack of hot dogs to make me feel like a man again. I talked to TJ and Steve for consoling. Then, I waited for that guy to leave and ended up buying “Vanilla.”
I don’t know what’s worse: the fact that I knew Celine Dion was singing or that I find hot dogs reassuring.