pushing the cart

Shopping is one of the things I like to do by myself. I rarely go with a friend. I can (usually) manage to buy bathing suits, jeans and all the other things that have high potential to look crappy and need a second opinion quite successfully without help so it never occurs to me to go shopping, for anything, with a friend.

But this weekend, I needed to go to Costco, the bulk-food warehouse place (which BTW, treats its employees pretty well, especially compared to its competitor Sam's Club/Wal-Mart which has terrible, terrible employment practices) and since I don't have a membership I needed Liz to take me.

I forgot how fun it can be to shop with company. Liz, Ruth and I hit Costco yesterday afternoon. We pointed to ridiculously enormous containers of tuna and mayonnaise. Aisle after aisle our passion for Cheese-Its, Gold Fish, Wheat Thins and other not-very-healthy snacks grew. We discussed Brazilian waxes (in the shaving cream aisle), and preferred methods for soaking up blood (in the tampon section). We cheered Ruth's new luggage deal, and Liz evangalized the tastiness of Costco broccoli. On the way to Costco, we discussed politics and on the way home, we covered sex. Really, that's much more interesting than driving alone.

Ruth and I enjoyed a cup of her newly purchased Ruta Maya Organic French Roast coffee when we got back to her house. It's so rare to just sit and have a cup of coffee and bullshit.
In other weekend news, I bailed on Halloween altogether. After all the early costume prep work, I wasn't excited to do anything and there weren't any compelling parties or shows to get me suited up.

I did go to Rita and Sergio's awesome house for a costume optional party (I wore jeans and a t-shirt) where Rita costumed me in a ridiculous fruit hat and Rebekah, Rita, Tara and I sang 80s songs on the rooftop deck while the boys watched horror movies downstairs. OK, so I didn't do a lot of the singing, but it still was some good icing on the "day of good girl time" cake.