On Friday
After two drinks during happy hour at XES, I became less self-conscious and more physically daring.
After two goodbye hugs, those other ones were performed for the sole pleasure of feeling you up.
On Saturday
After two hours, I almost cried once watching Crash. It was that good.
After two cups of green tea and three hours of singing, karaoke night at Duet was finally over.
On Sunday
After two in the afternoon, I was sitting next to my friend J., watching Avenue Q on Broadway! I loved it!
After two spoons of rice pudding from Rice to Riches, it was enough to last another two years.
What were your twos?
4 comments:
After 2 days of not smoking, I felt like I could kill a man with my teeth. Damn nicotine!
I usually cry watching , too.
Hey! Something happened to my comment. Stoopid Blogger.
Anyway, that should have read "I usually cry watching Crash, too." Which makes it much more... oh, never mind.
I've asked you guys several times not to watch me. It's just kind of creepy.
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