|Was just at the Safeway.|
Let me get you caught up.
I travel to Northern VA a few times a year to visit with my best friend and her family. Friday, while they were at work, I ventured into Old Town Warrenton on my own with my camera. Stopped at a lovely bakery... got a muffin and iced tea. Then, off to a fair trade jewelry/clothing store. Really nice day... THEN...
I decided to go to the old jail museum. I listened to the history from the nice older man volunteering and couldn't wait to visit the solitary confinement area. Yeah, I'm a weirdo like that. Then, I heard it. This voice... the kind of voice you hear when your parents said - don't talk to strangers. That jolly-creepy Mr. Hanky kind of voice (South Park reference if you didn't know). "Great, I'm going to get stuck w/ him," I thought while looking at prison toothbrushes. Yup. I did. Stopped me to ask if I'd like to go visit his mu.zee.um. Then on and on about how he has his own and would I like to come and see it? He was a slight, older man w/ the 50's slicked back hair. He wrote down the address and added, "It's behind the Safeway... you know where the Safeway is?" Asked for my phone number and name. (Sorry random number I made up, and I really hope no one there is named Hilda!) Told a not-pc joke and added, "I liiiike to make people laugh? Do you like to laugh? I'll make you laugh all day long if you come to my museum."
Yeah, I think by laugh he means, beg for freedom when he has you shackled to his radiator. Apparently his "museum" is an apartment behind the Safeway. The kind volunteer told me. Thanks creepster. Ruined my jail time. Basically sprinted through the rest in case I got stuck with him in maximum security. And I could not guarantee that I wouldn't shove him in and jump over the metal staircase. It didn't come down to that.
Let's see... what else is going on.
A few random emails came through from a dating website. One from an older man (no, not the Safeway Creeper - I'm trademarking that if he really is the next wackadoo on the news) whose profile is like Donald Trump's resume and who likes to replace "o" w/ "q". Don't ask. I did. No response. A few more "hi" emails. That's all you have to say, then move along pardner (tipping my cowboy hat).
I'm sure I'll remember more stories for next week's blog. And perhaps one after my band's show tonight. I'm sure I'll have some great stories about a Halloween party at a bar. (Side note, I'm going as Det. Olivia Benson. Special Victims Unit. Keeping an eye out for perps. And pervs. I need some good material for you guys. I just need a Stabler...) And no, not a slutty detective.
Now, I'm off to shoot a wedding, in the snow. Have a happy and safe Halloween everyone!