Scenes from a friendship

Boy and Girl are escaping the ungodly heat of the day by heading out for drinks at the Viceroy on Sunday night. Boy is driving with the windows down and Girl is so distracted by the wind whipping her hair around that she is constantly giving him directions a second too late, resulting in a total of 5 illegal turns. Still, she takes it upon herself to yell at other drivers who insist on proving their status as Grade A Imbeciles.

Girl: For crying out loud, grow a pair and turn! What are you waiting for, a blessing from God above?
Boy: So, your road rage comes out even when you aren't driving? Huh... wouldn't have guessed that one.
Girl: Well, that guy was a moron. There is no oncoming traffic to wait for when the intersection is shaped like a T.
Boy: I think he was trying to avoid mowing over the pedestrians.
Girl: But they didn't have a signal to walk. In fact, the big red hand was specifically indicating that they should NOT walk.
Boy: I can't believe you just said "grow a pair"...
Girl: Call it like I see it.
Boy: Look, the ocean... and the sun is setting!
Girl: I see what you're doing. I know you're trying to distract my road rage with something soothing and it's not going to... ooh, pretty!

Later - and finally off the mean streets of Santa Monica...

Boy: I felt like such a poser.
Girl: Nobody says poser anymore.
Boy: Why is that? What happened to poser?
Girl: I dunno. It's out. We're all posers now. Even the people who in the early 90's were all grunge and "individual" - declaring the rest of us posers - even they are wearing designer crap now and watching the same junk on TV, listening to the same Clear Channel-approved music. Look at Courtney Love. Calling someone else a poser now would be a serious case of the pot calling the kettle black.
Boy: (Long pause to stare at Girl like she has 6 eyes and 3 feet)... What goes on in that head of yours?!

Later still and after a few mojitos...

Girl: Look at that guy! What a nimrod!
Boy: Talk about outdated words. NIMROD.

Oh, did I mention that "Girl" is me? And that "Boy" constantly calling me out on my ridiculousness is what makes him one of my most likable friends? Just another night that turned out to be unexpectedly fabulous...