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Buying Dinner


 On a day when classes were driving me and my friend crazy, we accidentally spent an entire day together. After doing a little homework, watching in inadvisable amount of TV, and going on a hike, we decided to hop on a bus and go to the fancy neighborhood. On the way, we called another friend and decided to all meet up later, to eat dinner and watch the next episode of X-Men '97.

 I love adventures. This adventure was cozy and non-threatening, which is even better. The fancy neighborhood is a little downtown area in the historical district. We joked that we felt European, because the roads are cobblestone and street-lights were wrought-iron. Vines were climbing up buildings in a cute way, not a dilapidated one-- we were living it up!

 Fancy neighborhood is also home to one of my favorite stores, a suitably fancy vinegar and oil store. I like going there and asking for lots of samples and not buying anything, so I convinced my friend to go with me. As we should have expected, the salesperson at the cheese display was very good at her job, and we ended up buying brie, some cured salami, and a baguette. By then we were so excited at buying our dinner for the night that we went to another store for grapes (we planned on getting kid-wine to really round out the meal, but apparently that's a New Year's exclusive). Two stores for one meal is an impressive ratio for college students, let the record show.

  Of course dinner was fantastic. We felt extremely posh eating brie and watching Magneto spit truth from a couch that tried to swallow you if you sat too far back into it. Even better than the cheese was the fact that it had been a fun adventure to get here, like our entire day was condensed into a meal, a little celebration of our accidental quest.

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