Last night we had two of the coolest kids in town over for dinner. Trisha and Phil. We met Trisha at church, after she'd just moved here from Italy. And then we met Phil through their dating, who fights fires and gets ink like it's his job. Which it kinda of is.
So we made some chicken, had some drinks that are all about summer where we're from (Sloe Gin Rickys representing the South, Aperol Spritzers for the Italian / Arizonian before that), and talked about the wet shave (Phil's signing up as we speak), music, books, friends, summer and whatever else white people like to talk about.
And you know white people like to talk about some crazy stuff.
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