Crap from Costco

I went out to dinner with my family last night, at the Ruth’s Chris steakhouse in Tarrytown. This was a celebration of the December birthdays (my grandmother and my brother-in-law), delayed by my mother getting sick last month. I’d gone off to Brooklyn to pick up the present I’d gotten weeks ago for my grandmother, but couldn’t find it, and eventually concluded that I had actually taken it to Jersey City at some point. Damn.

This left me with not enough time to go back to Jersey and pick it up, but enough that I wound up with a hour to kill at Grand Central station before my train left, so I got a big cup of Starbucks frothy caffeine, plunked myself down in the dining concourse, and sketched people in ballpoint. (You can get some useful tonal variation with a good cheap ballpoint.)

I stayed over at my parents’ place, and today they took my out to Costco to buy huge amounts of stuff like real Americans do. Thirty-six rolls of toilet paper! Giant boxes of cereal! Three pounds of fresh salmon! Massive bottles of vitamins and Advil! A 40-unit package of disposable razors! I’m destroying the environment with my shopping habits. Ask me how! A seagull pooped on my coat in the parking lot, perhaps in revenge.