The call usually comes in after I've been at work for 30 minutes and you've dropped off the kids. And it usually goes a little something like this:
Julia-- "Jen, who is Kevin?"
Jen- "He's the guy you were making out with at Club X"
Julia "Oh, well, then who's Felipe?"
Jen-- "Well, he's the guy that you brought back to the house, you know the one we smoked cigars with"
Julia-"Oh, was that his name?"
Jen--" Yes"
We move on:
Julia-- "How did we wind up at Ali's house?"
Jen-- "He said he was hungry and instead of hitting one of those places that's open until 4am, you offered to cook."
Julia-- "What did I cook?"
Jen-- "It was sort of Mediterranean, sort of Mexican chicken with rice"
Julia-- "Was it good?"
Jen-- "It wasn't your best creation"
Then we switch gears altogether:
Julia--"Jen, I haven't talked to Ashwin in 8 hours"
Jen-- "And..."
Julia-- "Why hasn't he called?"
Jen-- "Well I think the last time you talked to him, you told him you never wanted to speak to him again"
Julia-- "Oh yeah"
And the conversation usually concludes like this:
Julia--"Jen, could you please control me? Must I make out with everyone I meet?!"
Jen--"Julia, when you get yourself into real trouble, then I'll control you."
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i can't WAIT to meet julia.
:)
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You know...I too can get waaaaaaasted and make out with strangers. I can. I'm hip, I'm cool. I guess we'll always have puzzles. Hmph.
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