Thursday Night, 2:00 AM, In the El Camino |
GilI wake up lying in the open back of my El Camino. The wind whips around the edges of the bed, and I can see the gaps between the trees swerve back and forth as we drive.I half sit up, the wind blowing the hair out of my face. I can see two silhouettes in the front. They must be Lindsay and Ted. I vaguely remember something about a party, and probably drinking more than I should have. I have a remarkably low alcohol tolerance. Hey, at least there's no puke. That's really looking on the bright side. Reassured, I collapse back down, and pass out.
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TedMan, Gil is a great guy, but you just can't take him out. You give him two beers, and he's more than a little tipsy. Three and he's out cold. I thought his family was Irish or something.At least he doesn't puke a lot. I don't think I could forgive him if he did. I don't think Lindsay really likes him all that much. I mean, she tries to be freindly, but I get the feeling that there are whole parts of my life that she doesn't care much for.
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LindsayAnother night, another great party with Ted and Gil. No, seriously. I think that Gil thinks I'm capable of having fun. I just don't have to always pass out to do it. Try a little moderation for a change!Ted is too nice to him. Always picking up slack. Gil's car has to be one of the ugliest things I have ever seen. I know that it means a lot to him, but that makes you wonder. I mean, who else could love orange-brown vinyl seats?
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