objects in photos are *much* larger than they appear
We woke up early (though I guess we always get up early), made breakfast and drove to Costco. We were threw caution to the wind and broke the cardinal rule of going to Costco: never go on a weekend. We didn’t care. We were wild and crazy. We arrived not even an hour after opening and already all the lots were nearly full. Undeterred, we pressed on.In no time at all our cart was filled to capacity with, among other things, dragonfruit (in bulk!!!), coffee, organic mushrooms, a 6lb block of mozzarella, and a matching set of duralex glasses. It’s our first set of matching glasses ever which I guess means we are officially adults.
And oh yeah. Booze. Two frat-party sized jugs of it. One rum. One vodka. Grand total: $30. God bless Costco. And God bless living in a city on the other side of the world that has a Costco.
Sly got it in his head that he would make cheeseburgers and pina coladas, and so that is what we did. We spent the afternoon drinking mason jars of blended tropical drinks and stuffing our pie holes with massive juicy burgers and watching How I Met Your Mother on Netflix and I didn’t feel guilty about it one tiny bit. All that was missing was a tub of chocolate brownie ice cream, but hey, the night is still young.
Some days you just need a little (or a lot) of booze and burgers.
Sometimes it’s the little things in life that get you through the bigger things.