Picking a place to eat tonight
Roommate: “i want a little spot with candles on the table in a nook-booth. Dark, mysterious, historic. U know, where people go to write. More quaint than The Writing Room on 88/2 and cooler than Caffe Reggio on Macdougal/w 3rd”

Roommate: “There is a Mediterranean place.”
Me: “What is that? Grape leaves and feta cheese?”
Roommate: “And dates”
Me: “Well, it is Friday night.”
Me: *continues singing Once Upon a Dream at the cat*
Roommate: “PUT ON YOUR SECOND SOCK. WE’RE GOING”