I don’t have memory of the specifics of this conversation — only the overall memory of it being dull and interminable. I just found out that this person was just someone that someone’s brother met at a bar just before the party. In that case it’s probably safe to assume she doesn’t regularly check your blog.
Contrary to what some of you theorized, the messing with the helmet was simply my only shot at entertaining myself throughout this rambling, unnecessary exchange. The way the air got trapped in that hotdog bag was at least 3 times more interesting than whatever the hell was being said.
I don’t have memory of the specifics of this conversation — only the overall memory of it being dull and interminable. I just found out that this person was just someone that someone’s brother met at a bar just before the party. In that case it’s probably safe to assume she doesn’t regularly check your blog.
Contrary to what some of you theorized, the messing with the helmet was simply my only shot at entertaining myself throughout this rambling, unnecessary exchange. The way the air got trapped in that hotdog bag was at least 3 times more interesting than whatever the hell was being said.