So I'm at John's sushi joint waiting for him to get off work. Watching the Pats finish off their "perfect" season, then I promptly throw up my sushi after watching the pre-game celebration. I strike up a conversation with the fellow next too me.
Me: Man I hate the Pats
Another Guy: Ya me too
Me: I'm a Dolphins fan, so their in my division, I have to hate them
AG: I hate them too. They made me get a Brazilian.
Me: uh...what?
AG: Ya I lost a bet three Superbowls ago and I had to get a Brazilian.
Me: wow....you win man.
(where is my sushi so I don't have to talk anymore)
I like how he disclosed this info to someone he had known for about 30 seconds.
John got off work, got lit, met up with Essence, went to Landlord Jim's, fell in love with the bar and dj, cried that it's closing next week, went up to Altitude, tried to look like I fit in, actually it was the perfect setting for talking about The Hills, went to Ciro's, home late.
Happy New Year.
Fin.
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