I’ve had the thought several times, but one example I thought of recently would be the first year that I realized I didn’t care or know when the MTV Movie/VMAs were. Also, I probably had no idea who any of the artists were. There was a time when that mess was a high priority.
Omg Johnny. Pizza was the best. I would allot one pepperoni per mini-pizza so I could have a stack of six at the end to eat by themselves. Idk why, it brought me joy in the middle of the day in third grade. It was especially good if you somehow had access to nuke them for 30 seconds in a microwave.
Agree with other comments, if the first girl had supplied a date and time that did work for her, then I think the guy wouldn’t have asked her out three days in a row.
Atlantan of 5 years here – Eventide Brewing in Grant Park is pretty cool; Red Brick Brewing has a good space and outdoor area with cornhole. SweetWater is awesome in the spring and fall and they have live bands on Saturdays in the summer. If you’re in the Decatur area, there’s also Wild Heaven. Also, all of these places are pretty dog friendly as well.
I’d suggest a drinking game of taking a drink every time any one of them says “charity” but I don’t want anyone to die of alcohol poisoning. Although if it’s “Jesus Juice” maybe they’ll be saved.
What are the odds that her new place won’t have parking included and she will have bought that 2016 Range Rover for nothing? And they Uber to a yoga class?
I’m fairly certain that the last girl’s love of tacos is limited only to the specialty kind that cost $3.50 apiece at a taqueria and not the bare minimum tacos you get as part of a combo meal at your standard cheap Mexican restaurant.
Agree about not putting ketchup all over fries. I’m more of a ranch gal myself anyway.
Mac & cheese – have to sit this one out because I am that one person in the world who has loathed mac & cheese my entire life.
Hot dogs – no ketchup. Mustard, onions, and chili if you’ve got some.
My dad finds a way to work this phrase into every conversation we have now, and I just bought a condo. He has many more joys of homeownership than I do.
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Just sneak a flask of vodka to throw in with your juice shots. They’ll cancel each other out, right?
I’ve had the thought several times, but one example I thought of recently would be the first year that I realized I didn’t care or know when the MTV Movie/VMAs were. Also, I probably had no idea who any of the artists were. There was a time when that mess was a high priority.
Omg Johnny. Pizza was the best. I would allot one pepperoni per mini-pizza so I could have a stack of six at the end to eat by themselves. Idk why, it brought me joy in the middle of the day in third grade. It was especially good if you somehow had access to nuke them for 30 seconds in a microwave.
You’re on your own, Todd. Even Sperry seems to have nope’d the fuck outta there.
Agree with other comments, if the first girl had supplied a date and time that did work for her, then I think the guy wouldn’t have asked her out three days in a row.
Atlantan of 5 years here – Eventide Brewing in Grant Park is pretty cool; Red Brick Brewing has a good space and outdoor area with cornhole. SweetWater is awesome in the spring and fall and they have live bands on Saturdays in the summer. If you’re in the Decatur area, there’s also Wild Heaven. Also, all of these places are pretty dog friendly as well.
Maybe Caroline is secretly in cahoots with Alex and Tripp to take Protagonist down.
She has to be due for a comeuppance soon. Like Todd dumping her on the plane to Napa or George informing her that she’ll have to pay all of her rent.
I’d suggest a drinking game of taking a drink every time any one of them says “charity” but I don’t want anyone to die of alcohol poisoning. Although if it’s “Jesus Juice” maybe they’ll be saved.
Ouch. She sounds like the worst.
Poor Kevin. Hope he enjoyed dropping $250 on his own birthday dinner with the fiancee.
The guy who chronicled all of this probably went out for celebratory shots the night this kid was fired. I know I probably would.
Pssst – “pump the brakes”, not “breaks”.
And I want to picture their friend Mr. Feinstein as Dennis Feinstein from Parks & Rec even though I’m sure he is the polar opposite of that.
Even if there’s no reason to wear fur earmuffs in Austin in winter, wouldn’t she still wear them anyway?
What are the odds that her new place won’t have parking included and she will have bought that 2016 Range Rover for nothing? And they Uber to a yoga class?
She’s the biggest Harry Potter nerd out there and misspelled Gryffindor?
I’m fairly certain that the last girl’s love of tacos is limited only to the specialty kind that cost $3.50 apiece at a taqueria and not the bare minimum tacos you get as part of a combo meal at your standard cheap Mexican restaurant.
Agree about not putting ketchup all over fries. I’m more of a ranch gal myself anyway.
Mac & cheese – have to sit this one out because I am that one person in the world who has loathed mac & cheese my entire life.
Hot dogs – no ketchup. Mustard, onions, and chili if you’ve got some.
My dad finds a way to work this phrase into every conversation we have now, and I just bought a condo. He has many more joys of homeownership than I do.
Girl and Caroline are the fucking worst.