Wednesday, September 19, 2007

All's Well on the Astoria Front

Last night Roommate Tom and I met at the bar across the street.

I walked in and looked up at him and said, "This is stupid the us not talking thing, let's just let it go".
Tom replied, "It was a giant miscommunication."

I nodded, ordered a Blue Moon and then asked him, "You wouldn't ever really leave me out in a stairwell on purpose, would you?"

"No. Never."

"Good. I wouldn't do that to you either."

And then we drank beer and tried not to watch the Mets lose.

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