Back Off, Sister!

Ninja, Lurch, and I hung out tonight. We were lounging at Lurch's place waiting for the movie to start when Ninja turned to me and asked, "So, are you going to Musician's thing on Friday or Saturday?"

I believe I may have left you uninformed, my dear readers: Musician is in a Jazz band—the boy plays quite the sax, so I hear—and said band has two gigs this weekend. I have been invited to both. As has, apparently, Ninja.

"Yeah."

"Which?"

"Well, I really want to go to the event that's going on Saturday, so I may just go to that one, anyway, but I am definitely going on Friday. You?"

"I thought I would go on Friday."

Lurch, feeling left out, chose then to pipe-up, "What are you guys talking about?"

"Musician's band is playing two gigs this weekend," I informed him, before turning back to Ninja, "You wanna go together on Friday?"

"Yeah, totally."

Looking back at Lurch I informed him, "We're going to this Mexican restaurant in Seattle on Friday. You're coming."

He agreed.

So, now, back to the immortal words of the Middle English poet Sir Suhk, "Crap!"

I hate that I like him. Suck, suck, suck.