100 Words: Da Stillers
We sat cross-legged on the lawn, our textbooks across our laps. Trying to make small talk, he turned and glanced at me.
“Have you seen the Distillers?” he asked. “They’re good.”
I shook my head. “I’m not a big football fan. I’ve just seen them on television…never gone to an actual game. You’d think being Bill Cowher’s cousin would guarantee us season tickets, but it doesn’t work that way.”
My friend’s face turned confused; then he laughed. “Oh. You misheard me. Wow, you really are from Pittsburgh, aren’t you.”
“Eh?”
“I’m never inviting you to a concert again," he mumbled.