The Bins
Yesterday we went to The Bins, a massive second-hand warehouse near Milwaukee district. Upon getting there I got an inkling as to why it was called The Bins. A huge room filled with these waist-height troughs on wheels, each one filled to the brim with junk. Bargain hunters wandered between the bins with trollies, picking up everything from tvs to clothes to miscellaneous. I think everything cost about a dollar a lb. I bought a blanket which was surprisingly nice and non-stinky, which I will wash and tell everyone that I paid three bucks for it, with cheapskate student pride.
I went with Charlotte, Asha and Erin (who is a boy) and then we went to a restaurant called Stickers in Milwaukee and ate a whole load of Chinese and Indian food til we exploded.
Today I am dealing with the aftermath of explosion and also about to do some work (promise). Ought to be going downtown soon as well, for a bit of shopping. I would like a plant to put in my room, so I will have something to love.
I went with Charlotte, Asha and Erin (who is a boy) and then we went to a restaurant called Stickers in Milwaukee and ate a whole load of Chinese and Indian food til we exploded.
Today I am dealing with the aftermath of explosion and also about to do some work (promise). Ought to be going downtown soon as well, for a bit of shopping. I would like a plant to put in my room, so I will have something to love.
posted by susie r at 12:17 PM
4 Comments:
You don't need a plant when you have bent over tea spoons stuck in some dirt.
Ah, Susie. How I miss thee.
Normally when students go to the Bins, surely it's just the result of a night laying it on a bit large at the local, err, nightspots.
Fucking students, eh?
A boy called Erin? Did you point and laugh?
Don't be mean Nick, he was a nice boy.
I miss thee too Lauren. And Spoonhenge was one of our greatest creations together (Spoonhenge!!)
You should get one of those sunflowers with sunglasses that dances. They were pretty incredible.
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