Yesterday.

Improv at Underground Lounge in Chicago.

Yesterday.

He bought me a chocolate milkshake from Margie’s and we watched Journey to the Center of the Earth, which was quite possibly the worst movie ever made and was, sadly, short on dinosaurs.

I helped teach him how to update his website so he wouldn’t have to ask me every time it needed sto make a change.

I drove to Wrigleyville and cried a little on the way and then cried, again, when I got there and realized I had to park during a Cubs game. I found him and made him park my car for me.

We got Ian’s pizza, mine with steak and french fries and bbq sauce.

I watched his improv show at Underground Lounge, and three other groups. One who improved with lasers. Two with guys a little too tall for the stage.

We played a game of Ms. Pacman.

He walked me to my car and I cried. And he said we’d see each other again before I go. And I hope that we do.

And then this came on the radio.