I just walked in the door from drinks with Nadi, who always makes me laugh, even when I'm as sick as a dog. As I'm sobering up, I hope I didn't say too much but I'm sure I did. Something else for some other time. She's looking for something too. I wish I could help her find it.
As for me, I'll be 34 shortly, so I present three separate conversations from people I met recently:
Her: Oh you went to Cornell too?
Me: Yep, class of 1993.
Her: (pause) I think I was in first grade then.
Me: (sigh) I think that's my phone...
Me: Yeah, why?
Her: (counting) Man, I was nine then.
Me: (sigh) Dark rum on the rocks with a slice of orange. Keep 'em coming.
Her: (pause) We don't have oranges
Me: Of course.
Him: You graduated high school in 1990?
Him: (pause) Wow, that's when I was born.
Me: (sigh) Look at the time...
Him: (confused) Dude, you're not even wearing a watch.
But I still know what time it is: