(Insert apologies and talk about how I am such a lazy unproductive fool)
Saturday night I headed downtown via the 86th street station where I saw my friend Julia from afar. I yelled out her name and some random man/child screamed out "JULIA GULIA?" I kept walking and assuming if he knew me he would call my name, which he didn't. So that means that some random loser felt like screaming out a joke from the Wedding Singer. Seriously the WEDDING SINGER from 1998! Maybe if the name was Stella - a classic at least?
Good times on the Upper East Side. I should have checked to see if his collar was popped.
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