Jobirthday
Hilary invented the word. Sheri approved it. "Jobirthday." When you take major job action on your birthday. Webster's, you're on notice.
Delayed a few weeks for trips, work, illness and more, we dove into the Art and Soul cocktail list. There were egg whites and sno cones.
We walked to Chinatown and Red Velvet and started work on photo submissions to a new Tumblr, Dudes with Beards Eating Cupcakes.
Then down the street to Pitango Gelato. Shown left to right: Chocolate chip, banana, espresso. The hundred degree temps? We fought back.
Later, we witnessed the best Metro hook-up ever. A drunk dude and his drunk blind friend boarded the train and met a drunk girl. The dude complimented the girl's shoes. They began making out. But! She then realized she'd ridden many stops in the wrong direction. (These things happen when you're in love.) The drunk blind friend confirmed it for her and said to his friend, "I'm sorry, dude, I had to tell her!" Another rider politely informed him that his friend had left the train with the girl. The drunk blind friend let loose the best laugh I'd heard all week. I wanted to follow the two friends around town and chronicle their lives forever.
To recover from this excitement, sangria. A happy jobirthday for all.
July 25th, 2010 at 10:37 PM
I laughed out loud at this story. The drunk blind guy thought he was being a smartass himself, but his friend had already jumped off the train? Also, wouldn't it be terribly dangerous to be drunk and blind at the Metro? Just wondering.
August 2nd, 2010 at 1:29 PM
I imagine one gets better at it over time!