Ross Kerrigan (closedbook) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-01-26 23:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-01 |
I can haz om nomz nao
Who: Adam and Ross
Where: At campus, then to Panera!
When: Noonish
Whoever thought Facebook was the devil was probably living under a rock in the bible belt south or something and was rotting of old age. Ok, maybe not exactly that, but close enough. Ross wasn't an avid user of the site, but he was happy he checked it right after his first class to spot that Adam was doing absolutely nothing until 5pm or so. What a coincidence, Ross wasn't doing much until the next class either. That meant some chow was in order for the two of them, but this time they were off-roading and going to a new location for lunch. Besides, the cafeteria got old after awhile.
Ross was waiting in the parking lot, flipping through his iPhone to catch up one some emails from The Times. They needed him - like, holy crap get your ass out her NAO needed him - to be out that Friday night for some important exhibit that was opening in MoMa and needed Ross specifically to be there in order to critique the piece. Apparently the interns weren't doing a good enough job while he was away or something. He had been struggling to leave Saturday morning so he could meet up with Hap and his kids for some good times on the Fourth, and it seemed like his boss was finally, yet reluctantly giving in. "Haha! Sweet victory is mine!" Ross tossed his hands up in the air, rather excited about his accomplishment, even if it meant receiving a few strange looks from students passing by in the parking lot.