When I came to your house on my bike, donning a top hat and multi-colored scarf, you acted surprised and stated that you thought I had a car. I did, in fact, state I had 'transportation' but I never said a car. You ended up driving with a somewhat negative attitude and we went to fill our tummies. I spoke to the server with an English accent and you just stared, I'm sure amazed at my ability. When the server came back, I spoke this time with a French accent that I think impressed both of you. I tried to convince you that I had Tourettes just so I could blurt out random words on our walk to the bar, but I don't think you got it. As we sat at the table, I took off my shoes and showcased my new plaid socks while pretending to rub my feet; you seem a little turned off. Whatever. Then, then, when I pulled my little hamster Beezee out of my coat pocket, you said you had had enough and asked to leave. That's fine. We finished our drinks, drove to your house and said our fondest farewells; I bade you adieu. When I got home, I dyed my hair pink and listened to Russian folks songs for the rest of the night…alone with my thoughts and my antique army set reenacting the Civil War on the living room floor until the dawn sun came over the horizon...