Byron has been hanging out with Jeffrey and sending me random texts containing gossip about the indie rock underbelly of Seattle. None of which is appropriate for public dissemination, except a muddled brief report about a karaoke bar and Tori Spelling, but I couldn’t make out the details.
Texting is not a very sophisticated mode of communication.
Then my phone lit up with dozens of texts from Seattle to say that Tori Spelling was (right at that moment) sitting on Byron’s lap.
I was puzzled, but The Stranger confirms the incident, albeit not in detail.
I asked Byron Did Tori sit on your lap?
He thought for a minute, and said I don’t think so. But her sidekick sat on Jeffrey.
Ah, youth.