... as a Chanukah present for my parents. haha. though they better let me try some of this fancy stuff. Anyway, as I was buying it, the old guy at the counter seemed somewhat irked at me for some reason. Meanwhile, the girl who was behind me in line seemed to immediately become aware of the fact that I existed, just as soon as the old guy said "that'll be 61.95." As I was leaving she shot me a sort of look I've never known about before that for some reason made me think that I'd rather enjoy being the sort of person who buys $60 bottles of whiskey on a regular basis, and or spills them on scantly-clad dancers on your TV screen, spouting uninspired lyrics over a repetitive beat and stolen samples, letting da hundred dolla bills rain. I realize now that I have misjudged the Lil Waynes and T-Paynes of the world; because, if for only a split second, I was one of them... and darn it if it didn't feel good to be hated by pear-shaped old white dudes and receive lascivious, though emotionally empty, glances from superficial prettygirls. So I learned something new this holiday season. God bless us, every one! Even these two.