Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Dates to Costco

I recently made a trip to Costco to load up on supplies for a barbecue we hosted this last weekend. Oh goodness do I love that place. I finally caved and got a membership this year and I'm pretty sure it's been one of the best decisions ever. They have gelato there, giant scoops for $1.50. And they have a neon "Open" sign that I am incredibly tempted to buy EVERY time I go.

I came to the conclusion while I was there that this is a place that would facilitate amazing dates. My parents are uber romantic, and go on a near weekly "date" to Costco. I used to think this was lame, and then I didn't, because Costco is magical. How is this not the best place to build loving long term bonds. I mean, nothing says commitment like buying in bulk. I think of how much I would swoon every time my Costco counterpart picks something up for me.

Our love knows no bounds. 

I think the real secret behind why Costco is so popular is because guys simply have to flex their muscles if they are going to pick anything up for you. Even toilet paper. It's so big and bulky I'm sure it will make one muscle or another bulge a little bit. We're on to you Costco, but we're not complaining...

Not only is perusing up and down the aisles watching your date lift heavy items endless fun, but they give you FREE FOOD. I can't think of a single place that gives away free food that I don't love. I didn't think about it very hard, but I don't want to spoil the dream. Speaking of dreams, raise your hand if you have a day dream for your man (or woman) to feed you your sample at Costco. *Raises hand
My eyes are closed in bliss. That's what bliss looks like. 

You can be hand fed a near four-course meal before you've even hit the food court. And don't even get me started on the wonder of the food court. 

"Hey honey, I'm hungry."
"Okay! Let's go spend $3.00 and get you something to eat"
That is what someone looks like about thirty minutes before a food coma. 

What's that place who's catch phrase is "Come hungry, leave happy"? Because it should be Costco's. I should probably also mention that Costco didn't even pay me a dime to write this. I just love it that much. 

My final disclaimer is that I won't fall in love with anyone who takes me to Costco, so if I invite you to come with me don't be terrified. Just make sure you don't pick anything up for me. Or feed me samples. Then I think we'll be alright. Maybe. 

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