walking home from wpi today...

jen(n) randomly says... "you know what i think is romantic... "
colleen: "whaaaat?"
jen(n): "i mean i dig you, but not in that way. but colleen, i do dig you."
colleen: "what the hell are you talking about?"
jen(n): "you know what i think is romantic... finishing off a bottle.. but not romantic in a 'let's get it on' kinda way..."
colleen: "like romance languages kinda way... like olde english.. like when they used to cut off an arm then drink brandy to make it all better meaning let's thin the blood so we die quicker.."
jen(n): "olde english is not a romantic language! it's dramatic (that's what i heard, apparently she said 'germanic')... i mean romantic like passing the bottle and talking all night.. you know what i mean?"
colleen: "yeah jen(n)"
then colleen proceeds to almost fall on her ass into traffic..
jen(n) continues merrily along across the street
colleen: "damn, i almost fell right on my ass into the cars.."
jen(n): "good thing you didn't, i wouldn't have noticed.."
colleen: "yeah you would just been going on about how romantic it all is and how olde english is so dramatic.. and would have been sitting the road (flailing arms) in my black shirt where no one could see me getting run over..."
jen(n) laughs uncontrollably at the truth. :P