Are You Guys Having a Party?

I adore my friend Troy. We have a lot of fun together. I've also come to realize that the people around us, mainly the complete strangers, must think we are freaks. For example, a few Sundays ago we took a trip to the mall and then made a stop at Trader Joe's (which on Sundays is crazy busy). Unlike the other people in the store, with their shopping lists in hand and a clear plan to navigate the store, Troy and I wandered around picking things up and putting them back down, walking down an aisle and then going back the other way against the flow of traffic and making dizzying laps through the tiny store. Neither of us needed a thing yet we spent over 70 minutes in the store.

Now, I love Trader Joe's for a few things, mainly their wine. They have very inexpensive (under $6 per bottle) drinkable wine. Notice I did not say good or great. It is however very drinkable and great to have around the house to enjoy anytime. When I started our journey through the store, I made my way from the door, along the wall to the wine section. Troy likes all the stuff in between. I attacked the wine, picking bottles up and putting some back as Troy kept coming back to the cart and dropping in some of the most random things you could find in the store. At one point I swear he dropped an armload off in the cart and when ask what all of that was he said he had no clue. That was right around the time I looked down and noticed I had about 12 bottles of wine in the cart. Yes, people were staring at us, mostly because we tend to fight like cats and dogs and also think some folks bumped into us one too many times.

Finally, after about 67 minutes of man-handling all of the merchandise in the store we made our way to the registers. Not without a few frozen desserts that Troy was purchasing only for the container they come in. (I am not kidding.) As the woman was ringing Troy's groceries, she started to pay attention to what it was she was scanning - individual desserts, beer, champagne, frozen spices, etc. $90 later, she began ringing my groceries... wine, wine, wine, crackers, wine, cheese, edamame, wine and wine. Around bottle No. 3, she looked at both of us and asked "Are you guys throwing a party or something?" As Troy began his nervous laughter next to me, I sighed and said no, I just really like wine and I have no idea what his problem is. Part of me wanted to tell her he only bought the desserts for the containers, but it didn't seem like a solid defense. So there we were, the guy with the sweet tooth, who likes to eat party food and drink alcoholic.

I adore my friend Troy!