"Can we go to see Harry Potter this week?" I just asked Brie tonight.
"Yeah. . ." she said hesistantly, looking at Mark.
"Well, unless you two already have plans."
"You can come, but you have to bring a friend," Mark told me, decisively.
"That's a good rule," Brie agreed, smiling at Mark.
I raised an eyebrow. "A friend?" Brie and Mark are my friends. I was confused.
Mark and Brie looked at each other in the way parents look at each other when discussing something they don't want their kids to know about.
"Well," Brie finally admitted, "we like to make out during Harry Potter, to scare the little children."
So, uh, anyone want to be my friend?
In other somewhat related news, Dwayne (feel free to say that name out loud in a whiny fashion) did not call me. I'm okay with that though. After all, his name rhymes with lame.
Which, by the way, is what that joke just was. Lame.