last night (well, earlier this morning), a group of friends and i went to get food after a show. i was in a terrible mood because on the ride there, i was consoling a friend who stopped responding to my texts (i am pretty sure she went to sleep).
after calming down, i started enjoying being out and i said to the table, “i am leaving my number for our waiter!” so when the check came, i sat for all of 20 seconds trying to think of something clever. tessie started saying the lyrics to “hold on, we’re going home” by drake and that was it.
apparently he smiled. you are welcome, cute bearded fellow at mohawk bend.