Fags Make Plans, or Cuatro de Mayo

[*ring ring*]

[C: Good afternoon, Run-Down Tchotchke Store On Polk. This is C.]

[Me: Hi, C. It's Huntington. How ya doin'?]

[C: Just dandy. Yourself?]

[Me: Oh, OK. The growth was benign.]

[C: Oh, too bad. You wanna talk to Allen?]

[Me: Oh, I guess.]

[Allen (getting on the line): We aren't speaking.]

[Me: Just because I became suddenly occupied last Sunday just after we walked into the Hole in the Wall? Harsh.]

[Allen: He was stinky.]

[Me: As I determined within 60 seconds; I wasn't that drunk. But you'd left already...]

[Allen: I'd seen enough. So, it's Thursday...]

[Me (singsong): Drink or movie, drink or movie?]

[Allen: I'm broke.]

[Me: I'm sure I can scrape together enough for margaritas at the Cinch for both of us.]

[Allen: See you at six.]

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