I took an edible then went Pride shopping. Here’s what happened next
RuPaul’s Drag Race All Stars. The occasional edible helps to nudge me out of my urban cocoon.A Target recently opened on my block.
Though I initially scoured at the monstrosity that undermined the locally-owned bodegas, I quickly succumbed to mid-day Pringles runs, bulk packs of toilet paper, and the occasional random kitchen utensil.I should confess that I have a habit of shopping under the influence.
My ex-boyfriend marveled how I avoided getting struck by a taxi while Xanax-strolling for a pint of Ben & Jerry’s. I explained that I was hyper-focused on acquiring an appropriately-titled pint of Half Baked.The pandemic shifted my modus operandi from the real world to the virtual one.
My furrowed brow gave it all away when the doorman would flag me upon entering the building to pick up an array of unmarked Amazon boxes, their contents as mysterious as Sappho’s lost poems.
