June 10, 2002
We talked for two and a half hours with few awkward pauses. But most of it was fake conversation, recounting funny scenes from movies and t.v. (we both love these). It reminded me of those Chris Farley "movie critic" skits on SNL, you know the ones. I was just bored. Bored through the whole thing. I only had one drink. When he asked me if I wanted another, I said no, but he got another for himself, so I had to sit there while he drank it at the rate of a hummingbird draining the Central Park Reservoir.Hmmm, do I root for Edie to go on some quality dates and find happiness, or do I hope for more depressing-yet-funny-in-the-retelling dates like the above? Fortunately I don't have to make that decision, as I'm merely a beloved collectible.
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