One day a friend emailed me an invite to a minor league baseball game. It was some kind of Living Social deal, and the ticket came with the added bonus of a free hot dog, a free bag of chips, a free soda, and a free hat.
Over the coming weeks this hat became a big talking point amongst my friends.
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Monday, November 18, 2013
Monday, October 14, 2013
One night towards the end of senior year, my roommate threw a party for all the people on his Global Outreach team. At some point, in one of those "no grace skill charm chemistry or common ground required" (NGSCCOCGR) hookups that are possible solely on college campuses, I made out with one of these team members, an Asian girl named Jill (not her real name). She was cute, and the next morning I felt good about it.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
I looked down at the floor. It was my last day as a dog runner.
I owned three pairs of running shorts. I ran five days a week. I did laundry, you know. Sometimes. All three pairs were revolting. Two had gotten so bad I'd recently placed them inside a plastic bag as a kind of DON'T WEAR THESE memory cue. The third I'd worn four days in a row.
I searched around for another option. In the back of one drawer I found a pair of faded cotton pajama pants. They'd been left behind in my room by a girl who spent the night months before. I thought it over. I had only three dogs to run that day, and knew none of the owners would be home. It was my last day. I'll be like the senior who wears funky glasses to graduation. That guy's funny, right? Whatever. I put on the shorts.