We’re such dinks. We’re such bobos.

Today I got up and put on some plain-looking (though very expensive, of course) pants from m0851 and an oh-so-socially-conscious t-shirt (unbleached cotton, not made in a sweatshop, blah blah) from American Apparel and we set out to do a little shopping. Nellie bought some extravagantly expensive shampoo before we went to Whole Foods (where I paid $10 for a salad and $4 for a half-pint of raspberries). We then walked to Summerhill, stopping at All The Best (for a $7 carrot loaf) and the Summerhill LCBO for some wine (referring to it as simply “pinot”, Sideways-style). We returned home (via public transit, of course) to our small, spare, over-priced condo where we watched Reality Bites. Later, after I read another chapter from my MBA textbook (and maybe a few pages of the Spin) we plan to cook sea bass. After all, we need our strength to stand in line for the film festival tomorrow.

Sometimes I think I can hear my father rolling his eyes at me three provinces away.