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Last night, I went to the 99 with Annie, an old friend who I used to hang out with in London. Awesome things about Annie are as follows:

• She is just under 5 feet tall, making me feel like I am above average height.
• Her name is the same as the actress who plays the crazy secretary in Ghostbusters.
• She picked up the tab for dinner.

The waitress came around and got our drink orders. Annie ordered a Coors Light and I got a Pepsi, prompting her to ask "What's wrong with you?". At this point, I explained that nothing was wrong with me. I told her that, as a rule of thumb, I drink non-alcoholic beverages with my meals. She chuckled and gave me the same smirk and shake of the head that Steve used to give me whenever he discovered a new quirky behavior of mine (I'm struggling to think of examples, but feel free to help me out).

We spent 3 hours catching up and reminiscing about our time in London. I had a good time talking about some people who I haven't seen in a while, including my Chinese roommate, Sheng. Sheng (or "Sunny", as he somehow came to be known) was typically a reserved individual, but on one night, drank so much Guinness and tequila that he was running laps around the student pub and cheering wildly for the ongoing foosball match. Few things are as funny as watching a mild-mannered 18 year-old, who barely speaks English, screaming "Go Red! Go Red!" at the foosball table, while the confused players are wondering why he is rooting so adamantly for or against them. Oh, Sunny...where in the world are you now? Are you still performing your intense jump rope workouts? Do you still occasionally wear a trenchcoat and fedora? Perhaps I'll never know.

After reading this, I'm thankful that I only talk in my sleep.

Thanks to Steve for sending me this article. C'mon, read it! What's the worst that could happen?

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