Last night two wonderful girls that I've never hung out with before (I met one on a couch at a party) volunteered to give me a ticket to Bruno's band's show in Philly after hearing about my financial woes.
Within five minutes of getting to the bar, one of them handed me a drink. As she put it, "Here, would you like some vodka with a splash of cranberry juice." So I'm sure you know where that ended.
Some of my fellow unemployed ex-coworkers showed up, which was fun. "So what have you been doing with your life?" "You know, sitting on my couch all day eating potato chips and being unemployed." "Oh yeah, me too. It's great."
Bruno worked with me at the coffee house and at one point he yelled, "Oh my god Nicole! Large vanilla latte and a warm herb pretzel is here!" It's so funny that whenever we see an ex-regular from the coffee house, we remember them by their orders. "Oh look! There's double shot with one Splenda and a splash of soy!"
In other news, at the bar last night I saw the hottest lesbian ever.
This happens now and then. Now and then I find a girl that I look at and seriously think is the hottest lesbian I have ever and will ever see in my entire life. I stared this poor girl down like she was an art exhibit at the PMA.
I'm such a creep, I swear.
She noticed that I noticed her. It almost became a game. I want to kick myself for not dragging my drunk ass over to her and introducing myself. Bruno told me I should, and typically I would but for some reason I didn't. Damn it, I really need to listen to Bruno more often. He always steers me in the direction that I want to go.
I'll see her again. Every time I find a girl at a show, I happen to find her at another one.
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