How fucking yuppie are we?
Today we went to a special "winter's end" farmers market and sampled tea and cider and wild boar sausage and schmoozed with the schmoozable. Then we headed into Princeton where we ate frozen yogurt and browsed a bookstore and generally strolled around downtown before heading to a coffeeshop, then home. It was nice, but I feel like I need to go to a punk show or shave my head to get some "cred" back.