So, my boyfriend’s brother is in town and I’m trying to make an impression as a nice, normal person and not the nerd that I am. I was doing well, until I got tired and let the nerd out of the closet. The following occurred:
Me: Monterey is cool. There’s a lot of Steinbeck stuff there.
Brother: Can you see the actual grapes of wrath?
Me: You can even trample out the vintage where they’re stored.
All attempts at normalcy lost.