IM Conversation of the Day

Tonight I'm meeting up with friends to go to another group of friend's readings on the Lower East Side. These nights often prove to be beer-soaked revelries, typically ending in unnecessary and highly unadvisable tequila shots, double Scotches, 3 a.m. consumption of sketchy Chinese eggrolls (with a side of sauteed cat) and blurry cab rides home. I IM'd one of my friends, who has a four-year-old kid, to see what time we were meeting up.

Me: Hey, what time are we meeting tonight. 7?
Friend: Yeah. Sorry, was in the meeting of death. I'm gonna shoot up now.
Me: I felt like that on Monday. I actually thought, "I wonder what heroin feels like. I bet it would be AWESOME right now." Maybe we can score you some tonight on the LES. I'm sure your wife wouldn't mind.
Friend: Getting the kid to school tmow will suck enough. I love being the parent who smells like a hobo.

My friends are so awesome.