onefixedstar | And the moral of the story is...

I was getting ready to walk over to Indigo with my roommate* last night when we got a call from a couple of friends asking if we'd like to see Chocolat with them. It was agreed that we'd pick up the video on our way over to Indigo, and they'd call us when they were done eating supper. We left Indigo without either movie or phone call, so we gave them another call to find out where they were. They told us that they were almost ready to leave and that they'd look for the movie on their way over. So we went home and flipped on the TV and waited. And waited. And waited. While we were waiting, we kept hearing a mysterious noise that caused the whole couch to vibrate. We didn't know what it was, but figured it was coming from the apartment below. Finally, around 11:00, when we were getting ready to give up on them and go to bed, my roommate looked over at his cell phone, which was sitting on the arm of the couch, and noticed that he'd missed thirteen calls. Apparently he'd forgotten that he'd set it on vibrate. There were five messages from the friends we were expecting, apologizing for being so late and asking if we were ignoring their calls because we were mad.

Sadly, my roommate is leaving tomorrow for a week in LA, so I'm going to have to eat all of our leftover Halloween candy by myself. Life is tough.

* I should come up with a nickname for him.