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What Happens If I Maybe Think in the Direction of Eating Shellfish.
A manager at work offered me a bite of his ravioli. Half a ravioli. Cheese ravioli. As I swallowed it, I thought, "Huh, weird, that's what I remember shrimp tasting like." As I finished swallowing it, I felt my throat go numb, and another waitress shriek, "Domingo! You put shrimp in that!" So apparently although I did not actually eat a shrimp, shrimp had been in the same dish as the half-a-ravioli, hence my spending the rest of the day at St. Luke's.
What JJ found when he walked in the room, except I was staring off into space. Which cracked him up and made him pull out the camera.
They had just given me multiple shots of epinephrine and steroids, and I was shaking all over and not making any sense at all.
Meaning I looked at this picture and exclaimed, "Honey, I look like a turtle."
Meaning he was still laughing when he took this one, which would have been perfectly sweet otherwise.
What Happens On A Monday Night After "24" Is Over, But When We Realize That No One Is Going To Sleep Before We Find Out What That Funny Smell In JJ's Room Is.
This is self-explanatory. "24" was over, there was a funny smell, and we decided to clean out his entire room to find it.
JJ used to play baseball in college. This was found deep inside the closet. Where there was no funny smell after all.
We were playing Coheed and Cambria, and JJ was playing a guitar he found underneath his bed, and I'm singing and wearing one of his clip-on ties from prep school that I found in a box underneath the nightstand. There were no funny-smelling things in those places, either.
We are disaffected, unless I forget to be disaffected and smile.
Everything's all fun and games, kids, until you find the box with your "dude stuff like my Winchester sign thing!" in the bottom drawer of your dresser, realize the funny smell is getting stronger, and realize that there is a dead rat squashed underneath the bottom drawer of the dresser.
This is me as far away from rat-clean-up as I could possibly be. I am surprised I am still breathing.
The Date.
Becca and Kate's date, part deux.
At Deluxe, after about three Dragonslayers apiece, and two really terrible "your-mom" jokes about the name of said drink apiece.
On the subway, ostensibly to Sephora but really to Nice.
What complimentary pear martinis do for us. (I love the sister restaurant policy.)
Going back uptown, right before we caught the absolute wrong train.
I am trying to get Becca to stop annoying everyone else on the train; it is not working.
Mark and I on our cell phones at Underground, Becca was taking this picture on one of her quick breaks from the hard work of being mind-blowingly wasted and flirty.
Bonus Picture.
What the classroom I learn chemistry in looks like, from the seat I always sit in, although JJ is not usually at the front of the class, because he doesn't teach here anymore, and I'm pretty sure he wasn't teaching with a Solo cup full of keg beer, anyway. (There was a department Happy Hour that JD and I tagged along to.) Also, JD is usually not wandering around the front of the room with a backpack, either.