On the Way Home from Work…

…I was walking across the street while checking out this total babe standing there. Then I realized it was Becky! We sat on those green planter ledges on Bedford at N. 7th and discussed how the little holes felt like the seats of a latrine. We were hungry and getting cold, so we decided to eat at Becky’s favorite restaurant spot, Caracas.

i-heart-arepas

The arepas came not a moment too soon and we dug in. But then Becky realized her arepas didn’t have the avacado she’d asked for.

no-avacadoShe got really so upset and I thought she was going to derail the whole evening by verbally abusing our really cute waitress.

bottle-noseBut then she took to the bottle.

caracas-take-2-lauren-green-020“Fuck the avacado.”

kfed1Because I’m rich now I pay for things like KFed.

brass-monkeysBack in Bushwick we stopped for drinks. Turns out, Becky had never had a brass monkey!

hi-greg-2We got home and Greg was laughing so hard he had to squeeze his tallywacker so he wouldn’t pee!

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Lauren was in the middle of recounting her experiences as a flight attendent. Lauren’s really good at impressions. Here she reenacts the middle-aged lady who got really drunk on red wine and kept talking about how much fun flying is.

caracas-take-2-lauren-green-049We were so amused we kept asking more and more questions.

caracas-take-2-lauren-green-0541Lauren told hilarious story after story. Our bellies kept rumbling so hard from laughter we thought it was an earthquake. Greg said the middle of a doorway is a safe place to stand in the event the apartment came crumbling down.

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We probably talked about the weird world of flight attendents for the better part of an hour. Totally fun night.

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4 Responses to “On the Way Home from Work…”

  1. STOOWADISS! STOOWADISS!! I TELL YOU, THOSE SNACKS WERE SO DELISHUSS; COULD I HAVE SOME MORE???

  2. fucking brass monkey’s, gotta love em. It’s like a giant mimosa with bite!

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