when did that happen?
bccmobile: i'm gonna be a courier for XX's command center while he's here (next week)
d3nb3k3r: what does that involve?
bccmobile: most likely sitting in an armored car outside his hotel or in the secure area of the embassy waiting to take classified crap back and forth
bccmobile: so it's a bitch job, really
bccmobile: but i thought I might get to meet some interesting people
d3nb3k3r: can you take pictures?
d3nb3k3r: can you kick him in the balls?
bccmobile: i'll see about the first one. i'm not that far in my career to make such moves liberally for the second
bccmobile: OMG i just said career
d3nb3k3r: ha ha
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Oddly enough the yuppie Twix package known as Jack and Esther call from Houston shortly after this conversation takes place. They're in a bar commiserating. Esther tells me the word 'Asian' comes up and she thinks 'Brian', like some word-association game. I'm glad to know that my high-school's token minority policy has proven effective. But the best part occurs when Esther informs me that I, voted Most Likely to be Living Under an Overpass with a Bottle of Whiskey in One Hand and Wiping Vomit with the Other, 'am doing well.' Congrats to Esther on her ascendancy to physical therapy and new job.