I get a little tense when I go to Ikea. Some people relax. Some people even choose it for a first-date destination, as if modular furniture would break the ice to allow you to tell that cute barista over Swedish meatballs about your dad's porn addiction and see if she's phased. I get nervous because I'm easily lost in big stores like that, but I also have Noah to guide me through the whole thing. Plus he has a good sized vehicle and is sweet so he will do shit like this:
Yeah, that's Noah pushing a cart with two bed frames and carrying a stylish red particle board bookshelf for yours truly. *Sigh* My hero.He also convinced me to buy this rug that looks like it came from a baby polar bear cub. But he had me put it on first.
Soon after taking this picture, a somewhat drunken ruffian swaggered over and insisted on taking our picture together. "Scoot in closer! Hey honey, I'm helping them remember their weekend in Nepaaal!"
Okay, it was weird having that drunk guy bully us at Ikea, but we had a good time right? I'm framing this picture and giving it to Noah for Christmas.
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