My dearest friend Zazu's six months were up, so she was free to drive us all around. We had been planning this day for months and knew exactly what we were going to do. India, Ricky, her and I, were going to go to a nasty porn shop to try and find her a Batman mask, along with other knickknacks. Well, we had been hoping that the place wouldn't check our I.D. ; Ricky was the only one among us who was actually eighteen. We couldn't find a gross place, so we just headed over to a Lover's Package. Needless to say, they checked I.D. I started through the store and was walking quickly in, hoping nobody would notice...or that at least that I'd get somewhere so I could look at things before getting kicked out. We were accosted though, so, because we weren't of age, we waited outside and persuaded Ricky to go in and buy stuff for us. We even made him a list. Zazu wanted a little dancing penis and I wanted a muzzle/mask, which sadly, they did not carry.
Zazu got her dancing penis and I got some glittery red pasties. Haha. I have no idea what I'm going to do with them, but hey, they're awesome.
After that, and ditching Ricky's friends were just had to tag along, we went to get Pho, but right after ordering, they show up again. I didn't know either of them and they hadn't been in the master plan, so we were all kind of irked that they were with us. After that, they finally returned home while the rest of us went to the mall and perused the place. Got some cotton candy for fifty cents a piece, and saw a cute asian boy in bright yellow with matching stockings that India wanted to follow so I made a move to follow him, ended up forgetting about Ricky, and then lost the cute boy. Heh. All well.
Ran over a curb pretty bad, had a really long laugh, and then...to add a climax to our day, I was looking through The Stranger, reading personals when I read one that was very familiar. Zazu commented on it and I burst out, "OH MY GOD THAT'S US!" Yup. We had posted a personal. Never thought it would make it to the paper though. Zazu and I wanted to pull a Ghostworld and set up a meeting with some older guy in some cafe, and then just watch as he waited for his lady in red, who would never come. So we made a profile, only to find that in order to message someone else (we had already picked out a guy who was the perfect creep and who knew some French) we had to pay. We thought our plan was blown. But to find US in the paper...posing as some older woman...just...cracks me up.
--End of Epic Adventure #1--