If you're ever out in NYC with your younger cousin visiting from NJ
and you go from bar to bar to bar ... to bar to bar
and you end up at a karaoke place and decide you want chicken fingers
and you order them
but then you realize you need to go home because you're, ahem, not feeling well
and you promptly leave
and then get sick in a cab
and your cousin settles the bill with the angry cab driver, walks you up to your apartment, puts you in bed and runs out to the bodega on the corner to get you water,
you realize ~
1/ you're lucky you're not in jail for 'stealing' chicken fingers
2/ you're lucky you got off easy with a NYC cabbie
3/ you're lucky you have a cousin like Stephanie.
No, you can't pick your family but if you're really lucky, your parents picked wonderful friends a long time ago who've become family and their kids are your cousins, proving over and over again that family has nothing to do with blood.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, STEPH!! LOVE YOU!!
Me and Stephanie. Yes, those are gift bows on my head. No, I was not drunk here.