Eric: “So my mom has a really good jeweler…”
Me: “My ring size is 7!”
Eric: “…who can fix that necklace you broke.”
Me: “Oh.”


Who told him?


Today we went over to Eric’s old apartment to get rid of the last of his furniture before his lease ends on Thursday.
Eric’s super friendly neighbor (seeing us load the elevator): “Oh hey, man! Oh no, you’re moving?”
Eric: “Unfortunately, yeah. I’m moving in with my girlfriend.”
(Pause while I stand there awkwardly)
Eric: “Oh! I mean fortunately.”

I was serious.



Eric: “I feel like I’ve really cramped up your apartment. Is it making you anxious?”
Me: “What?! No, babe…”

Yes, I enjoyed my first two phish concerts. But let’s rein it in.
