One of the highlights of each week is the commute to my therapy session. The bus I take winds through Chinatown at a snail's pace, which allows me to observe scenes unfold among the hustle and bustle. Unfortunately, my therapist moved to a new location that requires a comparatively boring train ride.
So, equipped with spy camera, Eric and I spent the day walking around Chinatown. We've been friends for at least 12 years now, and I think it's pretty much impossible to have anything less than a fun time with him, unless you count that time I broke my foot — but that happened after we parted ways, which further supports my theory that Ericless time is inferior to Eric-filled time.
We watched a live chicken get stuffed into a paper bag, three strangers karaoke "Amazing Grace" in front of a store, and a toddler cross Columbus in Power Wheels. We concocted a foolproof life-improvement plan that involves me going on a date with the crazy guy in the park, giving birth to someone's baby so I can work from home, and moving to Los Angeles. (What can possibly go wrong?) It was a good day, we agreed.
So, equipped with spy camera, Eric and I spent the day walking around Chinatown. We've been friends for at least 12 years now, and I think it's pretty much impossible to have anything less than a fun time with him, unless you count that time I broke my foot — but that happened after we parted ways, which further supports my theory that Ericless time is inferior to Eric-filled time.
We watched a live chicken get stuffed into a paper bag, three strangers karaoke "Amazing Grace" in front of a store, and a toddler cross Columbus in Power Wheels. We concocted a foolproof life-improvement plan that involves me going on a date with the crazy guy in the park, giving birth to someone's baby so I can work from home, and moving to Los Angeles. (What can possibly go wrong?) It was a good day, we agreed.
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