A friends a friend forever...

Yep I pulled out and dusted off this MWS fav of mine...

So last week on Saturday, I screwed up at lunch, I had made plans with Ry on Friday, and then my group was supposed to meet and I had a chance to have lunch with Greg...And I was double booked and not thinking. Ry and Dan had lunch together elsewhere. But of course in my mania filled week, I was worried about Ry and afraid he might be upset with me. But the week was crazy and I know he has been killer busy at work recently so I didn't get him called to apologize for my forgetful mind.

I was nervous about seeing him today...How silly am I. At lunch time when he came down the stairs while I was standing next to Dan, one smile when I looked up at him erased every fear filled thought I had this week in respect to this. I'm a freak, just thought I would let you all know that. It can't possibly be normal to worry about all this small stuff. Anyway, a hug kicked the last of the thoughts out of my head and off we went to lunch.

The group of six of us decided to take out lunch and sit outside to eat it since it was simply unbelievably beautiful in Chicago today. We sat down near the river and the conversation as always had me in stitches.

Snippets of conversation...(whether they translate or not for those who were not there, they will be a source of amusement for me in the future...)

A penny picked up off the ground, "If the market was efficient, this would not be on the ground."

"I've forgotten everything I know about balance sheets." "Balance sheet, what's a balance sheet?"

"Do you think we could organize the panhandlers, give them money and insurance and have them panhandle for us?" "We would have to have some sort of box so they couldn't get the money back out that was given to them." "And GPS so we always knew where they were." "I think we are moving from entrepreneurship to pimpship." "You wouldn't be Chief Executive Officer, you would be Chief Executive Pimp."

"Imagine what we could come up with if we used this education for good!"

Story told in old geezer professor voice...."So there's this guy, and he likes to draw on women's' backs. He likes to draw with crayon so it doesn't really hurt the woman. And if he doesn't get to draw on a woman's back once a month, he becomes very violent and kills people." "That's not a real case." "Yes, it is, he told this story in class." "It was to figure out if one person's short time discomfort was worth it for the greater good of society." "And then he walked up to a girl in the class and said would you let him draw on your back?" "He did not." "he did." ...The conversation digressed from there and got more amusing and likely to most more offensive. Personally my sides hurt from laughing while I typed that.