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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

But This One Had a Live Raccoon Inside!

Kudos if you know the reference.

I got to blow a guy's mind yesterday. I was hanging out with Dylan and some of his friends at one of their houses. One guy looked familiar, but I couldn't place it. We were watching Pineapple Express when Dylan got a phone call, and although he extended the invitation to McMenamins for happy hour, nobody was very hungry, or was broke like me (actually, I was the only one that was broke). So Dylan left and I sat and watched for a while longer before I decided I was way too hungry to not be at home.

And then it happened: I remembered where I knew the guy from. He was the other trombone player in the pit from the random production of Les Mis I did two years ago. I informed him of this, and it blew his mind. I know it did. He told me so.

Incidentally, Mason's boyfriend was also part of the cast.

Talking about being hungry made me hungry. Or maybe that's just because I haven't eaten today.

Crazy, right?