I just went to the liquor store to bring a bottle of prosecco to Tiffany and Diego’s place tomorrow. This is exciting to me, because I think it’s nice to bring a bottle of wine when I got to see friends, but that means that I always stop on the way there. See also: Every birthday card or wedding card that I’ve ever signed was purchased on the way there.
Not only was I shopping in advance, but I even brought a canvas bag for carrying the prosecco home. The city of Cambridge now charges extra for plastic bags, which is a pretty good motivator for to bring my SXSW bag when I’m going shopping, but actually I only remember it about half the time. (I’m pretty sure an NPR or a public library tote stored permanently in my purse is the next logical step)
Anyway, I was pretty proud of myself and this newfound advance planning thing.
And then I got carded.
We just picked up wine on the way to a friend’s house last night. Our excuse is that my wife likes her wine chilled, so we wanted it to still be cold when we arrived.
Cool, I’m going to borrow that excuse!
I picked up a bottle of wine on the way to your place once, which is when I learned North Carolina doesn’t sell wine until after noon on Sundays š I had to wander around for 10 minutes before the register would let them make the sale.
That is pretty much the only reason I actually planned ahead!