My roommate, his girlfriend, her roommate, and I all took a trip tonight to Party City. His girlfriend wanted to exchange a costume she had bought earlier, and I tagged along to take a look at the selection.
If you have ever been to the Party City on York Road (by Panera), you know how poorly run it is and should probably just stop reading now. By the time we finally got out of there we were affectionately calling it the “Giant Shop of Horrors,” which is appropriate on so many levels.
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