A post with a lame Mastercard commercial reference in it.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

“She woke in the
mooooorning! She knew that her life had passed her by; and she called out a
waaaarning (warning!) she knew that her life had passed her byyyyyyy…”

Jay makes a feeble attempt to reach the high note on the
last word but his voice sort of trips in a raspy, phlegmy way.

“Those left standing
will make millions writing books on the wayyyyy it should’ve beeennnn..” He’s
lost it, he’s rocking out, belting out his guts at this point while tapping the
drum parts on the steering wheel. He also has a smear of hot sauce on his
otherwise clean, white shirt but I’ll let him figure that out himself.

“Mike, aren’t you at least a little ticked that this mysterious Nisha character didn’t show up
tonight. Didn’t she say she was coming?” Jay said turning down the volume of
the car stereo as we speed down Commonwealth Avenue.

“She said she’ll try to
make it. Something came up I guess.” I said playing with my seatbelt in a dopey,
drunken sort of way.

“Mike, be honest, is she even real? Are you just making this
girl up? I mean, I remember you saying how you’d love to go out with a college girl
several months ago. Less than a week later, bam! You’re dating one. I wonder what’s
next Mike; are you going to have a fairy tale wedding in this fantasy too? I’m
sure all of your other imaginary celebrity friends will be there.” He laughs.

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