Jul 27, 2006

JAY AND SILENT BOB
BRITISH COLUMBIA, Canada: By lunch, Edward's vision recovers. I'm caffeinated We're even speaking.

"Greasy spoon," I chirp, pulling off the road. "Want a hamburger?"

He accepts the peace offering, but makes a token protest. "You can't eat anything here."

"Coffee, my friend, there's always evil, black, spoon-melting drip coffee and french fries with tomato ketchup – a vegetable serving, according to the Reagan administration."

***

As I'm ordering our decadal dose of cholesterol, my friend wanders towards the ice cream cooler. The peevish waitress asks: "What does the other guy want to drink?"

Ahem.

Other guy?

OK, OK, I am wearing my peaky hat, a fleece snowboarding number that somehow transforms me into Jason Mewes from Kevin Smith's New Jersey Trilogy.

But the specs kill the effect, I swear.

2 comments:

  1. Anonymous12:00 AM

    Babe, you're gorgeous, even in that hat.

    No, even more gorgeous BECAUSE of the hat...

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