Randomness

me: James, why do you always look down on me?
James: Because you're a woman
me: What?!
James: ...which means that you're shorter than me. (pause) You're pretty.

The band had just finished, and everyone began leaving their spots in the grass. Crossing Main Street, James and I saw fireworks just beginning to light up the sky, and everyone stopped and congregated right there in the middle of the street, and no one even made a sound until the last one went off. It was amazing.

Romero is a genius.