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We called earlier about the Seattle microbrew.

Oh, yeah, good thing you called when you did.I was getting ready to close up.Storm of the century out there.Of course, it's only '09, so storm of the century might be a little bit premature.Let's say storm of the year.Although, it is only January.

We're in kind of a hurry, so, we'll take the beer now.

You are a cute couple.

Thank you.

We're not a couple.

Thank God.That would be weird.here she is.Supersonic Tonic.

No.This is a keg.I need a six-pack.

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A keg's all I got.

We'll take the keg.

What? Oh, no.Last time I had one of these in the car, I wound up chipping dried vomit off the seat with a putty knife.

wound up ‚Ü‚Ť‚‚Ż‚é

I'm sorry, Ranjit, but this is a ritual and I am bringing him this beer.If you could just put it in the car.I'll give you 50 bucks.

To the Town Car.

Robin, I'm sorry.You're not a robot.If you are, you're,like, an incredibly advanced model, and the human race doesn't stand a chance.You just don't choose to show your love through corny rituals, and that's fine.But maybe the reason Lily and I do is because we always have, and we don't know any other way.One thing I do know is that if she's there sitting at the airport alone, I have to go get her.Those are the rules.

Marshall, close your eyes.

I don't know how you heard any of that as me hitting on you, but

Just do it.Now let's go get your woman.

All right, come on.You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here.I've always wanted to say that.I mean, in a bar.I say it all the time at home.

Dude, someday we should buy a bar.And what we would do, we are never going to have last call.

Come on, Barney.We said no last call.We've got to mean it.

Well, what are we supposed to do? Carl's going to be here any minute.

Only one thing we can do.

Dude, running a bar is a pain in the ass.We should just stick with what we know.

We should start a band.

Of course we should start a band! How have we not started a band yet?

Kids, sometimes in life the planets align, everything links up, and your timing is perfect.

Marshall?

Lily?!

Marshall?

Lily?

This wasn't one of those times.

Where is she?

Seattle.

What?

Her flight's canceled.It never took off.

No, no, she would've called me and

Hey, baby, it's me. My flight's been canceled because of some snowstorm and they couldn't rebook me till Thursday, so I'm stuck here for another two days.But it's lunchtime, and I love you.

Like I said, this was a three-day storm.

I still say this is stupid.

Seattle microbrew.

So on Tuesday when Marshall heard that message

She's not coming in till Thursday.I mean, we came all the way down here, and she's not coming in till Thursday.I feel so stupid.Look, let's just,let's not tell Lily about any of this, okay? Especially the part about you hitting on me.

I didn't hit on you.

Exactly.

Then on Wednesday

Oh, man.I can't believe you drove all the way out there.Now you're just going to turn around and drive all the way out there again tomorrow.

Yeah, no.Um, this whole thing was a sign, you know? It's time to put that old ritual to bed.I'm not going to pick her up.

Robin really hit on you?

Dude, it was weird.

Bros, this party is awesome! You are true friends of the Fighting Hens.If you ever need anything,don't hesitate to ask.

Is the flute section seeing anyone?

So, wait, you're really not going to pick her up?

Yeah, really.

So the New Year's kiss, the lunchtime phone calls, the whole "this is what I ate today" thing, you're, you're really letting it all go?

I really am.

Which brings us to Thursday.

A muffin, a pastrami sandwich, and a bag of chips.And I know it's way past lunchtime, but I love you.More and more each day, I love you, Lily.Happy New Year.Um, wait, does this mean that I have to bring a marching band to the airport from now on?

Absolutely, it does.

Crap.

Puzzles.

That is a great band name.

Hey, have you seen Amanda?

Bingo!

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