:: Electric Psychedelic Pussycat Swinger's Club ::

:: Sunday, January 12, 2003 ::

costco

Saturday morning i managed to make my way to chinatown to meet up with Pete, Amy, June, and Andy
for a little dim sum action. Something i notice every time i have dim sum with non-asian friends (particularly honkies) - they always sit in their chairs staring at whichever one at the table happens to be asian to take care of everything. You can bank on an automatic deer in the headlights epidsode. For a passing moment i thought i'd mess with their heads, you know, scare a few of the honkies by pretending to have ordered tripe, chicken feet and a few other goodies. All i can say is...

white people + at mercy of ethnic friend for threat of eating funky animal parts = good times.

After brunch, we all went our separate ways. Andy happened to have access to a car for the weekend so i finally managed to get someone to take me on a costco run. I'd never been to any costcos outside of CA, but i assumed they were pretty much all the same. Well this one was pretty funky. The one in brooklyn was a multi-story costco, with dual ramp escalators that run parallel to each other. Their shopping carts are designed so that the wheels hook onto the grids of one escalator, while the customers ride alongside them on the other one. Madness. Anyway, i've given up trying to solve one of life's greatest mysteries of how people rack up a minimum of $100 every visit to costco - even when you pick up only a handful of items. I came home with a boatload of goodies that'll hopefully get me through the next several weeks without having to deal with the dinky little grocery stores that are a mainstay in ny.

The rest of the day was spent between reading and playing mk5 and madden on andy's new xbox. This friend of mine has a truly sad story. The dude was engaged to be married last year and his gf of 4 years changed her mind and left him at the last minute. So now the poor kid's trying to sell the engagement ring on ebay. Just goes to show a timeless lesson: women. you can trust 'em about as far as you can throw 'em.

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