On the Websphere, Sometime in March/April 2007
Her: Ok, so when i come and visit we can meet in Trieste and get some pizza...
Me: Pizza? Come on, we're in Trieste! It would be a crime not to eat something typical!
Her: Ok, what do you suggest?
Me: I think we should go out for a Kebab.
Her: Cool!
Me: So, what do you think I should do?
Him: I think the solution is that you should stop behaving like an asshole. Also, I think i should take you out to get smashed now.
Me: But you don't drink anymore.
Him: I don't. You're the one who's getting smashed, not me.
Me: Who's paying for the drinks?
Him: You are.
Me: Oh. (Long Pause) Ok.
Florence, December 2006
Her: So are you planning anything for your birthday?
Me: Nothing special, you know i never celebrate. Probably just going out with some friends, having some drinks. What are you doing for yours?
Her: Oh, same as last year. I'm going bungee jumping.
The Blues Busters live with Byron Lee & The Dragonairs at The Sombrero Club, 1962. (via)
The players: My Father, The Webmaster.
The time: two days ago, lunchtime.
Him: We're running off to the lawyer, but i left something to eat in the fridge. Don't know what it is though.
Me: You don't? Who made it?
Him: Oh, I did.
