One of these days, I will bury this story once and for all. But not this week. Not when it's freaking snowing out there. (I could have sworn that it was sunny flip flop weather yesterday. I vaguely recall sunglasses, walking without a coat, and being too hot at church… was I high?)
(discussing what kind of snob we are)
Moi: See, how do you know that, and not a croque monsieur? Do you know what a Monte Cristo is?
TChu: No, but I know my wine.
Moi: I don't like wine much. I make a bad snob.
TChu: I also know my beers. (side note: remind me to stage an intervention for this boy soon)
Moi: Nah. I don't. I like beers. I can wing it and name maybe one of each kind. I'm bad on both counts.
TChu: That's fine, except now you come off more as a hippie, free range, non-wine vegan snob. Which is actually more pretentious. (apparently not all beers are vegan)
Moi: There's also gluten free beer. Did you know- no, I'm going to stop myself right there. This can't go on.
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