There is a delightful girl here. She’s from Montreal and has their adorable French accent. Her boyfriend is also pretty cool. She is rightfully devoted to him.

I saw her waiting at the bar and joined her. She was waiting for her boyfriend before going to the Pastafari restaurant. She was also fairly drunk, so she was downing water.

While having a nice conversation I felt her hand on my leg. I thought that was strange. She doesn’t seem the type to be unfaithful. Maybe it’s not her hand but her dress hanging loose.

I look down and I’ve got a huge cockroach sauntering up my calf.