Through friends of a very good neighboring friend down the road, today I was invited to attend a party celebrating the arrival of another friend's new Airstream trailer. But this was not just any old baked potato, folks. We dined on local café crab cakes, drank champagne, and rocked out to Tom Jones - one of my only problems with the day, as I now have "Sex Bomb" stuck in my head.
There was a certain level of insanity in the extravagance of the afternoon, however, when it was insisted that a bottle of champagne be smashed on the trailer hitch as way to send it off. The problem is that the champagne was a bottle of Dom Perrignon - the cheapest one (I'm assured), but Dom nonetheless.
Unacceptable wastage in the opinion of this 20-something, who has not yet reached that point in her life where such luxuries are expendable. I decided to partake of trailer hitch cava. It was still better than most of what I have tasted to this day
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