I went out Friday night to see a friend play a show in Chicago. As I sat and listened to him strum that guitar, a steady diet of Miller Lite and assorted shot were poured down my throat. Before long, I was smoked. And I feel I should share a conversation with you from Saturday night. Oh yeah, as I was on the El to go home Friday night/Satyrday morning, I text BostonGirl. This is our conversation Saturday about my Tom Foolery Friday night/Saturday morning:
Freddy- Sorry for texting u so late lastnight, I was really intoxicated and trying not to fall asleep on the train by texting people stupid things.
BostonGirl- I didn;t get it but I want it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
F-I think it was, "so th efuck what? Big deal I wanna come to boston to see u" or something along those lines.
B- Come tonight big party
F-U gonna let me stay with ya
B- Haha we have a spare bedroom
F- Not gonna get me there
B- I have a really cute dog
F- He can sleep between us
B- She. And where does my new boyfriend sleep
F- At his house
B- Hahaha
F- Not joking
Real productive, I know.
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