Last night I had 2 dollar pitchers with "the lads" from Ireland. A bunch of them went home early, but Skittles and I stayed out late. I don't think I'd feel nearly as hungover if he hadn't been scooping up so many abandoned pitchers for us to drink. I always blame someone . . .
I had lunch with Gung Ho today, and he and I have the best conversations. I really could just transcribe them and turn them into dialogue for a movie, like those scenes when the buddies get together and talk about life and women over basketball. Isn't there always a damn scene like that?
Now I'm off to go for a run with my other friend, Monique, who, like me, is running her first marathon in a couple months. I'm excited to meet her new puppy as well. The other day we were running together for the first time, sweating our asses off in the heat, and then we realized we were both running faster than usual, thinking that the other person wanted to go that fast. You ever do that?