... almost.
At New York Deli with my momma. I don't get carded. Victory for strict Richmond! Three minutes later.
Waiter: (Trying to be cute and sitting down next to my mom on the bench) I'll have to ask to see both of y'all's IDs.
Bahhhhh. So close.
Also, my mom refused to be carded, but chardonnay for all!
In other back-at-school news, I love my handicapped apartment! And no, none of my roommates are handicapped. We're just lucky like that. If you call this lucky. But really, I truly believe that almost anything will work out for the best. At first, I was alll whiny about it because it wasn't the apartment block we wanted to live in. But you know, it's not that far away, and it's bigger.
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