09.10.05 1:48 am

conversation with the jack-in-the-crack drive-thru dude on the way home from a party tonight:

dude: "you're comin from a party, huh"

luna: "why u say that?"

dude: "well then you're comin from a club. you're all dressed up. has to be a club."

luna: "nope, from a party"

dude: "see? i told u... always dressin... why last week u comin thru here in your pajamas?"

luna (who has no idea what he's talkin about): "i was comin from a jammie jam"

dude: "well then why'd u come thru before that wearin a trench coat?"

luna: "comin from a flasher party"

dude: "and before that, comin thru in a nightgown"

luna: "was at a lingerie party"

dude: "why u got an answer for everything anyway?"

luna: "u keep dishin it, i keep servin it back"

and now i'm sitting here with too much sangria and onion breath, typing a silly conversation while drinking water with ibuprofen.

tgi-friggin-f, all.

no, seriously.