Franklin Street bound

Jake’s roommate makes these ridiculous loaded nachos that are basically a full meal disguised as a snack. We demolished an entire plate while debating whether to hit He’s Not Here or just wander around Franklin Street and see what happens.

Franklin Street bound

Turns out Jake knows way too much about Chapel Hill’s bar scene for someone who claims he “doesn’t go out that much.” He’s been giving me the full rundown on which places card hard and which ones have the best late-night food. I’m taking mental notes for future reference.

We’re meeting up with some people from his intramural soccer team downtown. I’ve been working with Jake at the rec center for a week now but this is the first time we’re hanging out outside of work hours. He’s way more relaxed when he’s not explaining how to reset the elliptical machines for the hundredth time.

Ready to paint the town… moderately beige.

Probably should’ve eaten more nachos though. Something tells me this is going to be one of those nights where we end up at Time-Out at 2am arguing about whether their chicken biscuits are actually good or if we’re just drunk.