| 16.2.17 09:30 |  |  | #tbt I didn't mean to put this off as long as I could, but it's been hard readjusting to life without a housemate after just over two months of him being around, including spending Christmas together, ringing in 2017 at Transmission, and a killer Super Bowl party in the suburbs. He may enjoy Maruchan instant lunches even more than I do. He talked endlessly about the gym despite never seeming to make it out there. There wasn't an airing of "South Park," "American Dad," "Family Guy," "That 70s Show" (but definitely not "Friends") that he'd miss. There were a lot of last minute Wolves ticket purchases on the cheap. I got to take him to the Hexagon Bar for the first (and not last?) time. We saw "Rogue One" but failed to see it twice. I said "no" every time he tried to get me to Ground Zero - maybe the only time I consistently said no to him. He got me to Matt's Bar for my first juicy lucy after only 12+ years here. He got me to Driftwood, but I never managed to make it in time for the singalong. As he did last time, he introduced me to a whole new batch of wonderful people I may have never met without the introduction (sparing everyone a tag here). I put "With Sympathy" on a thumb drive for him but forgot to give him the Depeche Mode discography. I almost immediately regretted introducing him to Frank's Red Hot because he put that shit on EVERYTHING. And, yes, last but not least he turned ANOTHER bath mat purple to make sure I'd always remember he'd been around - as if I would forget! Kris, mate, it's been great stashing you in the spare room and it's hard to put into words how much I appreciate the opportunity to play a role as host during your trip here - I'm sure we'll be able to set something up for the next time. Here's to then! (circa 0215 one week ago) |
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