Sunday, March 19, 2006
As Kourt and I watched from afar, the bartender approached Drew. There was laughing, flirting, and walking away. We were seated soon after. Drew teased me that the conversation was the "smoothest exchange of a phone number" he had ever experienced. I demanded to see the number. He "couldn't find it" but said it was written on a yellow piece of paper that he had "somewhere" in his pocket. I pointed to one that was peeking out. He reluctantly showed it to me. Just as I suspected—it was, instead, the receipt to my recently purchased wedding band.



Anonymous Kourt said...

HAHAHAHA Oh man....that was too funny. (Also one of my last memories of the night ;)

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