Brea: Hey, when my fabulous and beautiful friend Liz gets a high-paying job in New York, can I go visit her and her husband Alex if she buys me a plane ticket? In like a year?
John: Hey, how come I'm never invited on these imaginary and/or hypothetical trips? Maybe I'd like to get a break from the kids and everything, too. Did you ever think of that?
B:
J: Well, I'd at least like to be considered in your plans.
B:
J: You just thought to yourself that you consider me the babysitter, didn't you?
B: NO! I did not
J: You're lying. But I don't care. And since when is Liz considering a job in New York?
B: Well, I don't think she actually is. It's been a bunch of talk so far. Then she calls me, and we make imaginary plans. Hey! Did I mention that she and another friend and I are going to Italy to celebrate our 35th birthdays? In like 2017?
J: Again I'm not invited?
B: On the Italy trip? Definitely not. It's a girls weekend.
J: How long of a girls weekend?
B: Um ... a two-week long one?
J: And I'm staying with the kids?
B: Uh huh. But tell you what. If Liz gets a high-paying job in New York and decide to spring for plane tickets for you and me, and I can get our moms to watch the kids, would you want to come with me to visit Liz and Alex?
J: I don't know. I don't think I could just let someone else buy me a plane ticket.
B:
B: It's cool, it's imaginary plans anyway. But your ass still isn't coming to Italy in 8 years, so deal with that now.
1 comment:
LOL That was awesome.
I have ALWAYS wanted to go to New York. I canNOT wait until I get the chance. :)
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