Weekend Phone Call

Friend: So, what are you doing? 

Me: You know, eating this left over rice with pita chips instead of a fork because I don’t want to have to wash any silverware and thinking about skipping yoga and watching shows I don’t even like on Hulu. Oh, crap. Didn’t mean to say that. Wait, ask me again. 

Friend: Um, ok. What are you doing?

Me: Being young and wild and free and taking advantage of everything New York has to offer. Sorry for the noise. It’s not me eating pita chips, it’s this tour group that I just bumped into at the Statue of Liberty…while eating a piece of New York pizza…behind the scenes of Lion King on Broadway…at a rave full of pretty people who are high on fun drugs, not dirty drugs. You know, my usual Saturday.