Things that we said over dinner:
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"I can't believe you went to the airport high and then got strip searched!"
"The worst part is at the end when they tell you to bend over and spread."
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"How do you make pie? I mean, really, I have no idea. How exactly do you make it?"
"Well... I start with flour..."
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(In a completely different high airport story)
"So I started thinking: Maybe if I came to the airport sober, I wouldn't have missed my plane. But if I had missed my plane sober, I would have been freaking out. So it was all fine."
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"If I get my dad's old car, we'll have to name it."
"How about Lucille?"
"No, that is way too cool a name for this car."
"Betina?"
"No."
"Agatha?"
"No. It's like an old man's car. It's huge and white and from 1994."
"How about Old Man?"
"Yeah, I like that. That might actually stick."
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