"Mr. B and I are going to the huge flea market in Alsip, Illinois? Do you want to go?"
The driving distance is about the same for us both so we just met there. It's one of the bigger, if not the biggest flea markets, in Chicagoland, with up to 900 booths at the location we went to.
I'm not a big fan of crowds, but the lure of possible tools and such (a girl can't have too many 5/32 allen keys) AND spending the day with Partner and two of my favorite people was enough to change my mind.
I didn't grab my camera (one less thing to tote around in the heat, but you can almost picture it). It was like walking through a virtual Craigslist (though I couldn't find one of these there).
Plus there was all sorts of clothing that was both serviceable (cammo ladies tank tops for a buck each) and other items you'd not be caught dead in unless you were Lady Gaga.
Midwest Chick - "How about that spiderweb sheer body stocking"
Me: "Well, I do have those fake plastic flies from the laboratory practical joke box".
Midwest Chick - "well, then, there's the Rainbow Rasta Bob Marley handbag. . "
Me: "Don't you think it would clash with my shirt with the governor on it?"
Part of it was inside, part outside. It was hot and humid and being very fair redhead, I had to excuse myself from the group to seek shelter a couple of times from the sun.
Midwest Chick: "It's tough being a vampire isn't it?"
"at least you're not sparkly."
No, I was more Kabuki Theater with the SPF 50 non chemical sunscreen.
Most of the tools were either very old or brand new Harbor Freight (likely bought with the coupons from the mail, then marked up). Though I swear I saw one guy walking out the door with a chainsaw.
Partner suggested a local steakhouse he had eaten at before when in the area on business. Mr. B. looked up at the "Snack O-Rama" sign and said -
"But they have Churro's. . . "
A quick stop in the "Ladies Room O'Rama" for a good hand washing and fresh tactical lip gloss and we went for the steaks. Jenny's Pub and Steakhouse in Chicago Ridge. The meal was excellent (ask for the vampire approved homemade house garlic salad dressing). An assortment of cow was consumed, with homemade bread and some aerodynamic Bruschetta spread/dip (don't ask) and with all the usual cow accessories to go with our steaks. And for dessert - chocolate eclair cake for MC and I to split and a rootbeer float for Partner. Mr. B. had this ginormous Italian Beef sandwich with handmade potato chips and passed on dessert (probably still pining for the churro).
Almost too full to move, we said our goodbyes before the drive back home. Thanks my friends that was a great outing.