My life in New Haven this summer = work all day + watch Scrubs + hang out. It's super exciting, I know. So, I've been waiting to have something more eventful to tell you all about, and here it is: my marriage proposal.
Today, as I was walking past the Green in a rush, I got stopped at a light because I like doing that thing where I don't die. And there was a guy at a hotdog cart who started talking to me (I shit you not, he said: "You're working those Calvin Kleins") and ignoring the fact that I was clearly in a rush and uninterested in conversation. He said something about the heat, and how people are complaining about it, blah blah blah, and I responded something to the effect of "Psh, I'm from Georgia, this isn't hot."
"Oh," he replied. "You're from Georgia? That means you're a Georgia Peach." Points for creativity?
And I smiled half-heartedly and silently continued begging the light to turn red so I could cross the street.
He asked what I was doing in New Haven, and I said I go to Yale. I was hoping New Haven people hate Yalies enough for him to lose interest. Then he asked if I was married. When I said no, he promptly introduced himself and invited me to come back to visit his cart sometime, because he thinks he'd like to move to Georgia one day.
Don't worry, the Members of are invited to the wedding.
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MMMMm GUUuuuuUuuRL get some.
ReplyDeletedestiny continues the wonderful tradition of flute section leaders getting kind of molested in new haven.
ReplyDeleteso hot. so curvy. we get molested.