The three of us belly up
to the bar, order cocktails, look around. Across the bar is Eduardo, Amy’s
friend. She goes to say hello; he comes back with her. He’s already ordered the
double shots of tequila that materialize, changing the course of my evening. So
much better than the cocktail, which I drink anyway.
I once threw up tequila all over the back seat of a van. Good times.
ReplyDeleteI like your friends.
ReplyDeleteMe too. I'm always a bit jealous of IB's friends.
DeleteAnd now I want to know where the evening headed due to the course change. (And why do all your friends have interesting names? I'm always hanging out with Bobs and Jims and Marys.)
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