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friday night.

30 Aug 2012

It started out so innocently.

Finding ourselves at a bar that also happened to have a pizza oven over in the back, Mike and I ordered a bacon-half-pineapple pizza. Not the finest example of the genre out there, but serviceable, especially in the face of a happy hour that — I wouldn’t find out till around 8:30 — didn’t end until 9pm.

By that point, we needed to head to a friend’s birthday party, in another bar, and pretty far afield.  Somehow we reasoned that we needed to properly fortify ourselves.  That’s how we ended up here:

[Mike, I should point out, is not as grumpy as being photographed under fluorescent lights while eating Spicy Chicken McBites might otherwise indicate.  His brow is perennially furrowed, regardless of his mood.]

There was a third meal after this, one that involved a fried chicken platter with biscuits and mac n cheese that the Hasselblad and I declined to photograph.  Needless to say, by the time we got to the birthday party, we were tuckered out — more likely from the food than the beverage.  After saying our hellos and well wishes to the birthday girl, we hopped into a cab, where with my legs curled up on the backseat, I fell asleep, my head resting on Mike’s lap.

One of those strange, long nights that, upon reflection [read: looking at the previous evening’s texts the following morning], ended far earlier than these photos suggest.  We’re early bird night owls, me and Mike, tucked into bed at our respective apartments by midnight.  Midnight!  We are getting old.

One Comment leave one →
  1. 4 Sep 2012 4:30 pm

    mcdonalds fries are the death of me! i’m addicted to those damn things. haha

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