"Which one should I go for," I remember shouting over the music to a friend. I was squinty-eyed with drink at this point. "The Tall One," she shouted back. Thus, the interns were christened Tall & Short.
Luckily I got too drunk to do much more than criticize Short's shoes and do a lil' dirty dancing with Tall. The night ended alone, at home, thank god.
However, on Monday morning, I got an email from Short:
Subject: Hey
Some of us are organizing a boat cruise this weekend. Five hours or so, we'll have some drinks, listen to some music, enjoy the sunshine. You in?
-Short
Re: Hey
Sure, that sounds good, I'd definitely be into that? Who's coming?
-RCC
Re: Re: Hey
Um, so far it's me, you, and Tall.
-S
Re: Re: Re: Hey
Um, actually, I think I'm busy this weekend.
-RCC.
I mean, I'm up for alot of things, but on a boat, alone, for several hours, with Tall AND Short, who both clearly read the very obvious "I'm easy AND drunk" signs on Saturday night? I just don't think it looks or sounds good. Although Ginger, who is RCC's new roommate, remarked, without batting an eyelash:
"Well, I won't be home late that night, so feel free to bring both of them home."
That might be a little more seniority than I'm willing to exert.
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