Happy eleventh birthday to my favorite Facebook post ever.
Below is a list I made while extremely deep in thought slash totally hammered drunk on my flight home from New York last night.
- Fall Out Boy
- sea salt popcorn
- West Side Story
I have no idea what the list means but I'm at least one hundred and ten percent sure that I thought I was curing cancer when I wrote it.
That is all.
At around half past ten o'clock this morning I was sitting at a makeshift desk in a jam-packed bullpen on the third floor of an office building on Van Ness dialing Democrats in Ohio to make sure they know know where to go to vote on Tuesday when a super sweet-sounding eighty-seven-year-old woman named Joyce picked up the phone at her home in Akron.
Me: How are you today, Joyce?
Joyce: Not so great.
Me: Oh no. What's the matter?
Joyce: I have a headache.
Me: Did you party a little too hard last night, Joyce?
Joyce (like I'm a total idiot): No. It's allergies.