Okay. Two weeks ago (yes. really, two weeks ago) I hit some sales with Karl and one of my girlfriends and favorite derby skaters, Maliboozer Barbie, who has been threatening to come to sales for the past year.

The first sale we hit was a horrible rummage sale, but I spied this framed Goldberg print. I really like the way they did their signs: large red dot = 50 cents.

Man, if I wanted furniture our next sale would have been great. But there’s that pesky fact that I am not allowed to bring home any more large objects. They had tons of stuff and they were already making plans to get drunk that day … my kind of sale.

One of the sale we hit was listed as a carport sale with all of grandpa’s stuff. Karl purchased a lot, but I was just really excited to find this simply awful 1980 Mechanix Illustrated with a cover story about “the cars that are driving OPEC crazy.”

At this point it seemed like a good time to get the heck out of Ballard, but Karl isn’t the navigator that Jenny is and we ended up taking some twists and turns winding up at a sale described as “cream of the crop sale.” This super hippie painted sign really doesn’t make me think about an amazing sale.

The only interesting thing was a really nice Gottlieb scuba pinball machine (that they wanted $500 for and all the rubber parts needed to be replaced).

After getting turned around a few more times we hit a huge sale that wasn’t very good, but how could we miss it with their “huge sail”?

It was for some sailing club and they had been giving cards good for free lessons, which all seemed a little strange.

The last sale was really weird, since the woman had my old cooler that I sold years ago.

After talking to her and working out that it was the same cooler that I’d sold in our basement sale (you can see it in the fourth photo down), I re-purchased it from her for $5. Then Karl talked her into bringing out all her LPs from the ’80s and bought a ton.

Sadly, with Jenny out of town I forgot to take a trunk photo, but it was a pretty good day.