Today I spent some quality time with my baby cuz in the city. We live in the same damn city and we're only divided by 5th Ave; I'm on the West Side in Chelsea and she's on the East side in the LES. However, we never see each other. Doesn't sound too far but if you live in NYC, that's like a whole new suburb. That's whats crazy about living here. You can live just a few blocks away but it might as well be miles. I think 1 block is considered within your neighborhood but beyond that requires extra effort to connect. So Ang and I grabbed brunch today on Park Ave and we hung out for the rest of the afternoon, doing some "scouting" which is a term in fashion for scanning the latest fashions on the streets as well as in the stores. Along the way we went to Trader Joe's because I wanted to stock up my wine rack since I'm finally a free agent. So after grabbing about 12 bottles of various wines from around the world to meet the minimum for delivery, I was stumped at the cashier. The rule at Trader Joe's wine shop is that all people associated with the purchaser has to present their ID because it's on NYU premises. I of course had my ID but my 22 yo cuz didn't and I asked the cashier, what if I ask my cuz to step out. And the dumbass rule is that though I'm the actual purchaser, her association with me in the presence of a cashier requires her to present ID. Anyway, we bailed and left 12 bottles of fine wine at the counter. Bull shit!
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