older than i was

In celebration of our fifth anniversary, MSP and I set out to do something very adult – we ate in an authentic Italian restaurant and had rare cheeses and wine.



This is actually the second leg of our three-month-long celebration. In the first month we also tried to be adults by eating foie gras. Nothing special, I tell you. I’m glad some states have banned it.



At $50 a pop (at least), the foie gras is simply a status symbol. It tastes like cardboard paper but it’s certainly fashionable to “like” it. Puke.


SPLURGING

We’ve been spending a lot in the last week. At least MSP’s purchases were sensible – even profitable. He got a new kickass laptop for work, plus a swiss knife.

Meanwhile I harassed him into buying me a new collectible Dior bag. I made him feel so guilty about buying something he needed anyway and he ended up paying for my latest conquest.

I still feel guilty about having expensive things. I know that it makes sense for me to “invest” in key accessories like bags, shoes, and watches which I will use for a lifetime, but once I realize that some of them are worth more than what most people earn, I feel awkward.

And then I see Paris Hilton, and I realize I’m just a hardworking girl and I deserve my designer shit.