Yes, it’s another friendship post. I enjoy my friends. We have a solid rapport. Lots of harassment and support. Good times.
Last night a group of dojo buddies came over. We make plans to play a boardgame or watch a movie, but tend to end up just sitting around chatting and laughing. Last night we watched a couple episodes of Batman: The Animated Series and I made them fried eggs and hash browns, followed by tea and cookies. Pretty cute.
One of my dojo buddies got a new phone recently, and messaged me on Facebook asking me for my number. So I texted him the following, and received a reply from someone who I assumed had adopted his old number. Oops.
Naturally, it was him all along. What a douche. Good times.