Stories that Don't Involve Food

So apparently, some people are concerned that all my blog entries are about food. In an effort to please these people, I provide you with the first part of a series entitled: My Roommates. In an effort to protect their privacy, I will refer to them as Sophie and Natalie. This is a quintessential Sophie story.

Sophie Gets Lost
Roommate Sophie is an artist with rather strange hours. She can run on two hours of sleep, which she tends to get at around two in the afternoon. One evening, Sophie decided to take a "short" walk with our friend Dave (fake name). They walked and talked and suddenly they had no idea where they were and it was two o'clock in the morning. As Sophie tells it, Dave became overcome and began crying on a bench. He was sure that they wouldn't survive. Sophie pointed out some lemons which they could eat for survival. Dave picked them and put them in his back pocket. After some more walking and some more crying, Sophie and Dave finally got a cab back to our apartment where they proceeded to make lemonade out of the survival lemons. Literally, the seeds are still in my sink.

Also, yesterday when I was on the Metro a short Asian man pinched my butt and then ran away before I could hit him.