Remember how I bought that hamper a while back? The intention being that once I had a terribly neat and proper place to put my dirty clothes, I would then always stay on top of the insurmountable pile of laundry, and thus the apartment would be forever clean and therefore I would live in a place that reflected my level of responsibility and maturity and so at last I could consider myself a real Grown Up and leave behind behaviors I'd always meant to rid myself of since college.
Yes, I may have laid too much stake in the hamper as an indicator of the advancement of my adulthood...but just look at the sorry state of it as of this weekend.
Good bye, bright future! I mean, there are clothes near it when they could just be in it, but noooo that would take too much effort. And the top of the hamper isn't even on correctly. Good grief, I give up. (5 points if you noticed perfect Midge the Cat.)
Another indication of my pathetic ability to grow up was the drunken behavior of me and my friends when we took a train to Santa Barbara on Saturday to go wine tasting. I'm pretty sure that when Grown Ups go wine tasting, someone actually makes it home with the bottles purchased along the way, rather than drinking them all while lingering around outside the front entrance to the tasting rooms. And I'm also pretty sure that when Grown Ups go wine tasting they never hear the phrases "Before we move on to our next winery, I've been told that one of you has a bottle of wine that hasn't been paid for" or "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to behave or we'll have to let you off the train at the next stop." Ok, in fairness, I hadn't actually meant to leave the tasting room without paying for the bottle of chardonnay. I'd tried to hand over a debit card but none of the employees were paying attention to me and after a while I realized that everyone else was already outside, enjoying the sunshine and I didn't feel like standing inside any longer. If they didn't want to charge me, then who was I to argue. And in Devin's defense, the only reason he got in trouble on the train was because he was responding to the behavior of some lunatic woman who stood up at the back of our car and starting spewing crazy talk about Jesus and so the only logical recourse was for someone to stand in the aisle, holding his hands above his head like horns and doing a little dance while screaming "Shut the fuck up!" Perhaps he was further motivated by the entire bottle of sparkling rose he drank while I was passed out in the seat next to him, leaving him, unfortunately, quite bored.
Anyway, I have to say that yes the weekend was fantastic, and although I'm sorry to say that I have yet to act my age, I'm glad none of my friends are grown ups either.