on a beautiful summer's evening we were sitting in a grotto on the shores of lake lugano. it was a bittersweet time, most of us were leaving the next day and this would be our last time together. the view was spectacular, the food delicious and the company unbeatable. there was a pleasant lull in the conversation which brett decided to fill with this:
"i think bats are so misunderstood. i mean, what do you first think of when you hear the word "bats"? evil, that's what."
me (turning to nicky and whispering, incredulously): did he just say that bats are misunderstood?
brett: shut up, sweetpagene.
me: i just wanted to make sure i heard you right. i think of rabies, when i hear the word "bats".
t-bone: i think of echolocation.
brett didn't like our thinly veiled sarcasm so he decided to steer the conversation in another direction.
brett: (very gravely) what do you guys think of when you see the number 48?
ross: one less than 49
nicky: close to 50
me: (trying really hard not to laugh that they are taking him so seriously)
brett: because i live in room 48 and every time i see it on my door, you know what i automatically think? 6 x 8
all: (nodding with newfound enlightenment)
sure will miss that guy.
2 comments:
are you hitting the "sauce"? suz, that post hurt my head to follow
6X8 is 48.. followed it great on this end!!
I so agree and when I think of bats I think of dark caves.
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