Market Quest

Even though my blog is named “I’m with Ed” I really don’t talk about my beloved lover very much. I am currently living in his home country (England), even though he is in mine (USA by way of NYC). I’m still looking for him here though. Maybe I’m hoping to run into his old school mates and such, I really don’t know, I’m just keeping my eyes open for him and/or any other gorgeous English man here.

One of my quests for Ed was in preparation of a BBQ. My parents decided to have a BBQ today. It is late September and was a beautiful, sunny, and warm weekend in London. Soon we will be facing sundown at 4pm, so we made hay while the sun shined, or whatever that phrase is. And yes, I’m really that cool that I hang out with my parents and have BBQ’s with their friends. Whatever, I love me some BBQ and I love boozing with Americans….so it's all good. So to prepare for this Sunday's BBQ, my dad and I went to the grocery store yesterday and today to get ready. Side note, we don’t have a car since we live in London, so we took the trolley, aka a pull cart and three reusable bags for both trips. Honestly, the trolley was totally filled with booze both times, but the trek home (uphill) is rough, but I'm willing to make the sacrifice for tons o' booze at a BBQ. So after a few trips to the market, I've learned a few things: one, old hippie ladies still think it’s okay not to shave their legs. OMG this lady’s legs were like men’s legs. It was pretty damn sick. I mean, I’m down with the hippies. Hell, I went to a hippie school as a child. I’ll hug trees, compost my biodegradable waste and eat tofu any day, but to not shave your legs is going too far. It just gives hippies a bad rep. It's way worse for their reps than orgies and psychedelic drugs were. Uhh....it's just makes me mad. The next thing I learned was much more glorious and came in the form of a plastic container:

Yes, my friends, I've found bottled wine in plastic, portable carrying devices. This was almost as good as when I found the 2 litre plastic bottle of Strongbow. This was a good day for me. Anything in plastic is sweet because my clumsy ass can't break it and I can bring this shit to a football game or any other sort of outdoor drinking activity.....pretty much anything that happens in my life. I'll leave you with that beautiful picture. Just soak it up. Enjoy it. Live it and love it. If you need one of these bad boys, drop me a line and I'll get you one for about 5 pounds, with of course 10 pounds charge that goes straight into my pocket.

Thank you and good night.