Last night friends and I played poker. Not too many people, but a good time. One of the friends there is currently, err was recently, fucking my room mate (the one interning at Drexel now). In the last MONTH of my room mate cheating on his ex and screwing this new chick he's become a completely different dude.
We used to try to egg him on, get him to drink and all ... but he never would. NOW we get all of these stories about him and other drunk engineers walking(stumbling) down some river in Philly screaming at each other "don't fall in!" "no, you dont fall in!" and "where the fuck are we going!?" "to the place with the lights!"
I had no idea a woman could destroy your life like my friend. His ex was an honest-to-God ball and chain. I should sleep with her just to make a point (what point that is escapes me at the moment). Room mate is now way cool! Yay for the liberation of Ted! (there was a Facebook group entitled "Liberate Ted" created with the common notion that Ted needed to drop his ex.)
