Sunday, March 1, 2009


Miles wants an iPhone.

It is all he talks about. iPhone, iPhone, iPhone. We were at a party on Saturday night, and Miles spent like two hours drooling over someone's iPhone. There was this absolutely gorgeous Ancistrocactus megarhizus at the party that I was DESPERATE to meet (perfect spikes; the most exquisite shade of green) but my wingman could not tear himself away from the iPhone for three lousy minutes.

Instead of meeting the Cactus of My Dreams, I got cornered by the most mundane Aztekium ritteri who would not stop talking about hedge funds.
The only person who got any action on Saturday night was Miles, and that's just because he hugged the friggin' iPhone.

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