Strictly Platonic

Last night, my friend Phamasaurus invited me to her friend's barbecue. We ended up going to a club, and then we ended up at her place. By ended up, I mean, manipulated the terms of the situation where we'd be at her place last while I dropped other people off. Which is fine, that's not the point of the story. The point is, while at her place, we watched I Love Lucy DVDs (this was actually the selling point behind me dropping her off) and fell asleep on the floor. I should probably clarify this point. The girl's been at her apartment for two years, and does not own a couch. My back hasn't hurt this much since Spring Break 2003, where we slept eight to a room and I contracted scabies from our overpacked hotel room.

I did find evidence that she's been to Ikea though. Also, she's named Phamasaurus because her sleep noises closely resemble a character from Jurassic Park.