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Liz and I dressed up and went to her holiday party last night.
The two highlights of the evening:
Getting to play the "I lived in Spanish Harlem" card on a (non-native) New Yorker.
And the two of us (Liz and I) belting out Garth Brook's "Friends in Low Places" as we held hands and drove home across the 520 bridge. Just a couple of Okies in love.
Posted by Jason at 12/16/2005 04:17:00 PM
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3 comments:
How did you end up going home with the (non-native) New Yorker? Was it your common love of country music? Or perhaps your mutual lax use of pronouns? Handy that they're from Oklahoma.
I gotta wonder how Liz feels about everything, though.
Fixed like a cat in heat.
And now I look like an idiot for all time. Not only fair, but the definition of Internet justice.
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