Lo, Mo, Grey Cloud and I went to dinner at TWO last night, followed by drinks at W.
I've maintained throughout GC and my tumultuous relationship that no one loves him like I love him. And while this may be true, he has a particularly special and undefinable relationship with Lo, which both baffles and delights me.
This morning, however, I figured out what they have in common.
Both of them will talk you back from common sense.
Should we order another course? Should we get more drinks? Should we go home with a stranger?
No. Probably not.
But Lo and GC find a way of making it all okay.
It's not okay, when you put on your now too small jeans, hungover and in some douchebag's shitty apartment. But the night before, when they slam down credit cards and convince you that it'll all be okay if you just have one more drink and relax...well, it seems like a good idea then.
Everyone needs a friend like that.
It's good. It's healthy. It keeps you from becoming a square.
But the two of them together, this odd couple of trouble?
Well, shit. Order me another Gibson...