Ikea

Don't get me wrong. I love Ikea. I mean, I love Ikea products. They are smart. They are convenient. They are reasonably cheap. And they are ideal for small apartments. And as Nuno and I live in NYC, we will continue to have small apartments.
Nuno loves Ikea - meaning, he loves Ikea products AND he gets very excited when traveling to the store.
While I love Ikea products, the store itself is too overwhelming for me. It's like a labyrinth with too many choices and too many different levels to pass through before finally reaching the end.
We started out today from the port authority bus station at Times Square. We were leaving the city as many people - many donning funny green hats and at times, green hair - were filing in for Saint Patrick's Day.
Nuno was chatting non-stop on our way and was not able to control his excitement. I was trying to save my energy as I knew it was going to be a long journey.
I started off energetic enough and I think Nuno was even impressed with how well I was holding up. And then, I don't know what happened, but I think things started going downhill once we started discussing which bed we would buy. This is when we decided to make our way to the Ikea Restaurant - at this point, it seems like an oasis in the desert - so that we could think clearly and make an intelligent decision.
The food did seem to help for a while, but before I knew it I found myself making my way back to the very expensive couches just because they were comfortable and I wanted to rest.
By the time we got to the curtains, it was too much. My mouth was parched. My legs were tired. And when I tried to talk, I wasn't making sense anymore.
Nuno knew the signs of Ikea Overload and quickly escorted me to the checkout line and put my ass on the next bus.
Unfortunately, I predict we will be returning soon.