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So, today I was A) social and B) in the company of a wonderful young lady.
I'll pause so those of you who know me can have someone close to them apply CPR.
Furthermore? I had a _blast_. At an _art museum_.
I'll pause again for more emergency CPR.
Select, completely out of context quotes:
"Ohmigawd she's gonna finish pulling the shade and KILL US ALL!"
*looks at painting* "S'up, dude!"
"Ah, medieval European art. Now with 1000% extra Jesus!"
"This? This is a girl room. / No, actually, it's French royalty. / Not much difference there, really, when it comes down to it. / True."
Then we fled the Art Museum to make it to Market East to meet up with Kiko and Joe for Kiko's birthday. Mixto is an absolutely awesome place to get something to eat. I recommend it highly. Everything was delicious.
Then we adjourned to a bar Kiko and Joe knew to continue on with the Social. Plotting happened (be afraid!), much good conversation was had.
Then since everyone hates driving in the City, we adjourned to catch our respective trains back to our respective domiciles.
And I could have totally gone for another few hours just sitting around and talking.
EDIT: Helps if I get the names right, asshat. Sorry!
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