So my brother and I were going to have mellow, laid-back, premium cable night at our folks right now. Ma and Pa are out of town and we want to raid my father's freezer full of homemade lamb stock and complex cheese and Molonari's raviolli. The man's freezer is like Ina Garten's wet dream.
My brother walked in the front door, looked at me and said, "Oh, is that what you bought at Banana Republic today?"
"It's really cute. I like it. It's different."
Stay home with that kind of compliment? Hell no!
I was all, "There's nothing to cook. We could go to D'Angelo's?"
"Or Bungalow 44?"
"Ugh, I don't know."
There's one straight man in my life whose opinion counts.
We're going out! I love my brother...