For lunch, my roommate made us pizza pops. We spent the afternoon listening to some old radio, some Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and I'm sure there was something else which escapes me.
My roommate and I struck up a deal for dinner, and we went to the Elephant and Castle. I paid for the cab, and Rod (my roommate) paid for the meal. We headed out of the hotel in which the restaurant presides, and there was this limo parked outside. I decided to hire it. Turns out it was Rod's first limo ride, so he spent the time flirting with the driver and I spent the time flirting with kittytech. I got the better deal, though Rod doesn't think so. This is all as it should be, I daresay. We spent the evening listening to Treasure Island Oldies together. This has become sort of a Sunday night tradition for us.
How can one man be as blessed as I am?