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This entry was posted on 6/5/2006 10:17 PM and is filed under General Musings.

I am so totally hot. Ah, it doesn't get any better than this, baby. I was asked out to coffee by a barely legal chair today. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, gather round for the spectacle, the freakshow that is my life. Would that I had a link to show you (note to self- get camera phone!). Waiting at the elevator in Union Square, downtown San Francisco today, four men— count-em, four— no more than the age of 20, dressed as enormous airline seats (complete with seatbelts and plastic armrests), emblazoned with the words "Frontier Airlines" across the front, plopped down (as best as a gigantic walking chair can) on a break from their humiliating promotions. Actually, I'm projecting here, because clearly they felt sufficiently dignified to encourage one of the chairs to ask a 33 year-old woman (not dressed as a chair, or any furniture of any sort) if I'd like to grab a coffee and fly their friendly skies. Step back, people! Do not approach the cage! Behold the woman who looks to others like she might possibly agree to coffee with a peach-fuzzed 20 year-old ginormous airline seat with legs.

So, yeah, anyway, we're going to a kegger at his frat house and an Eminem concert next week.
 

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