If I get any more mature, I'll be a finely aged cheese and wine combination. I used to judge people bases on their clothing choices. Now, I do that and judge them for acting like idiots.
A poorly dressed moron, dude what could be worse? Honestly?
It just makes someone look totally clueless.
Anyway: my bff and I haven't really been speaking lately. That is to say not at all. Without getting into the gorey details, I had a decision to make: it was his birthday yesterday, should I show up at his party? I'm somewhat pleased to say that I did make an appearence at Rivertown North Shore with a generous friend there to hold my hand through it (and escort me to the bar before so I could pregame and warm up).
My decision really came down to if I'd be able to wake up this morning without feeling guilty for not showing up.
I couldn't. So I drank Jager at SoHo until it felt warm outside then walked to the DelMonte building.
On a Monday night, things weren't exactly jumping on the North Shore. It left me with lackluster options for people watching at the bar. What I saw was enough to make me question human nature in situations that include alcohol.
Girls being loud, girls being obnoxious, girls being stupid and guys just being drawn to it. Congratulations, honey, you played a song on the Juke. Does it really warrant a hug and highfive? Oh you ordered another beer, do you HAVE to announce it to the few people that are here? By the way, the hair and outfit aren't working for you at all.
Sure it may make me an asshole. It may make me a bitch. Granted, I wasn't on the 9s last night myself but I wasn't trying to garner attention.
Towards the end of the night, I drunkenly shook my head. "I Mean honestly, she doesn't have ANYTHING going for her. At all!" I said.
I was glad when my friend agreed. It made me feel much less insane and much less old. She's 22. If a 22 year old can see problems in someone's behavior, then a 29 year old isn't crazy.
I was hoping for a chance to talk to my BFF last night but it was sort of not happening. He was perma-hovering at the other end of the table and it would have been too awkward to seperate myself from my friend to try and include myself in his conversation. Besides, it was his birthday, why be serious? I said fuck it and went out for a cigarette.
I'll think of something else.
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OMG... it's a Bitch! Learn how to use apostrophes, first of all.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you think you're so mature, sweetie.
I think you've missed something - or maybe because of your own lack of personality, you really can't identify a unique one in someone else.
Basically, I think you're an uptight bitch who needs to get over herself. You aren't that special.
And have you looked at your OWN hair lately? I'm not sure bleached blonde is still "in".
Anonymous hate mail feeds my soul.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad.
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