Overheard on a Thursday Night
Gingy (in reference to some girl doing a sort of Cotton Eye Joe/bootieshakin' fusion dance): Uh oh. Someone took hip hop lessons.
Summer (in reference to the dude staring at us while we danced): This is usually when I turn around and say "Are you eyeballing my girlfriend?"
John (neighbor across the hall who is also a bartender at Brown Bar who we ran into on our way up the stairs tonight): You have the most awesome cat in the world, I'd love to kidnap her.
M (in reference to all of our neighbors loving Chubby Charles): It is sort of odd that all our neighbors are obsessed with her. But she is a classic looking cat.
Peace! Good luck tomorrow, worker bees (and by worker bees, I mean "me.").
Summer (in reference to the dude staring at us while we danced): This is usually when I turn around and say "Are you eyeballing my girlfriend?"
John (neighbor across the hall who is also a bartender at Brown Bar who we ran into on our way up the stairs tonight): You have the most awesome cat in the world, I'd love to kidnap her.
M (in reference to all of our neighbors loving Chubby Charles): It is sort of odd that all our neighbors are obsessed with her. But she is a classic looking cat.
Peace! Good luck tomorrow, worker bees (and by worker bees, I mean "me.").
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weekend,
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Can I just say that I deserve an award for having written this so legibly at three AM last night, even without my contacts in?
I had to memorialize the wonderful snippets of life that usually are forgotten after four hours of deep sleep.