Ass
So I met the biggest asshole ever tonight. I met my friends at Columns for a couple drinks and a girl came up and talked to us. Honestly, she was a little cute, but not too much. Although she was the youngest cute person in the bar on a Wedsday night — whatever that means. We were just hanging out and being nice. This guy sat next to her and grabbed her and we didn’t really even notice. A few minutes later she started talking to us and he said “don’t talk to them” and pulled her away from us. At this point, I shared with my friends that I know a lot of assholes, but he has amazingly moved towards the top of the list. Note that never during this night did I ever meet him, as he wasn’t interested in such things.
My friends and I had our own conversation for a while and didn’t really notice them. Then they got up and started moving away from the bar. She stuck around for a little bit and we said goodbye, nice to meet you, etc. I guess they only moved away from the bar because he was threatened by other guys. He then came back and singled me out saying, “Let me give you some advice as a guy. Don’t try to pick up a girl who’s making out with another guy.” I started laughing. Everyone around me was trying to contain themselves, including the waitress who stopped serving drinks. Then Pete, who I had just met that night, started quizzing the guy about his ‘relationship’. He asked if he was dating her - no. If he came here with her - no. If he knew her - yes, he was protecting her for her boyfriend. Rockstar! The girl behind the bar lost it. Apparently the guy on the other side of them from before had overheard some of his conversation which consisted of him telling her that she had small tits so she should flaunt them more. He was a winner.
I’ve had a lot of memorable nights at columns. In fact, too many. I love New Orleans, but who invited {insert suburb name} to the columns?
Zero
Thank you Time. I HATE this commercial so much.
http://www.time.com/time/business/article/0,8599,1860403,00.html
Life
I hardly slept last night and I’m pretty sure that I know why. Saturday night I met my friends at Pete’s bar before going out because there was a shooting there a couple hours before. I saw my first dead body with bullets in him. It wasn’t terribly gruesome as he was 100 feet away and obscured by police and coroners. It was completely a drug related killing, so it didn’t seem extremely scary. I think I fell asleep Saturday night without even one thought of what I had seen. I guess last night was a little different. The part that scares me is how everyone in that neighborhood wasn’t outraged and surprised. No one likes a killing in their neighborhood, but I know that not a single person woke up the next day determined to do anything to change that.
I guess it makes me happy and lucky that I live in the neighborhood where I live. Clearly it was a conscious choice, but not everyone is given such choices. I love that my neighborhood doesn’t have that kind of crime. I love that if a killing occurred, all of my neighbors (including me) would be out making sure that it never happened again the very next day. I’m extremely lucky.
Undecided
I’ve been blissfully undecided for the last few months. I like that. I seem to hate politics. I’m kind of dreading the fact that I now have to make a decision. It probably doesn’t matter because both my state and my country are pretty decided, but it’s still important to me that I decide what I want. At least this is all over in another day!
I kind of wish that there was a pro-yearround-daylightsavings candidate. I hate today. Getting home when it’s dark is miserable. I would definitely give back the standard time hour for more daylight at the end of the day.
You know you’re klassy when…
Is it just me, or is it really tacky for a 60+ year old woman to wear a rhinestone pin that says “#1 bitch”? She was really dressed up and the pin suddenly transformed her into white trash. I’m mean and I harshly judge people, but come on.
