Goat's birthday
1 strawberry daiquiri
4 cosmos
1 lemon drop shot
really, that's all it takes to make me social. last night was Goat's birthday and i had a great time. mainly because Sarah was there, but then Janice showed up and that was even better. there seem to be three types of girls that populate this area:
1: the more reserved, "let sit and talk and nurse my beer" girls
2: the put some music on and dance and be silly girls
3: hoes.
Janice, Sarah, and I are of the second variety. we're not going home with strange men and we're not quite dancing on tables. we do like to dance and let loose. unfortunately, because most of the other people we socialize with are of the first variety, i don't really get along with them. what can i say? i don't want to talk about work. perhaps the three of us were just meant for a club. there are people who are just built that way, i guess.
so, i had a great time. i think i was an asshole at one point, but whatever. there's this girl that i try to like, but just can't. anyway, she and this other girl and a friend of mine were standing around talking, nursing a beer, when i popped over and said, "whatcha talking about?" she told some story that i don't remember. i remember looking at my friend and asking, "was that an oooh sch-nap?" he said yes. she said something else, but i didn't get it so i turned to my friend and asked, "was that supposed to be funny?" i really wasn't trying to be an asshole...it just comes so naturally. really, i wasn't making a dig, i just didn't get what she was saying. so, realizing what i'd done, i slinked back to my fold of friends.
that guy confuses me. a little while after he showed up he came over to say hi and comment on my drunken-ness. then he went back into his Noho clique. i came over and said hi and promptly made an ass out of myself and left. i went over one more time and "The Devil Went Down To Georgia" came on and i sang and did some ho-down dance while he played the air fiddle. that was really funny, but then he left without saying goodbye. i don't know. we seem to be moderately good friends, but i don't get him. God knows, he barely acknowledges me when his clique is around. i don't understand. i guess maybe i'm a little confused as to how good of friends we are. he's moving at the end of this month, and i think, in the end, i'll be one of those people who was "cool enough," but not someone he'll keep in touch with. come to think of it, i'm not even that, because we don't hang out. even in social settings, he's clear across the room. i certainly don't expect him to make some big production about saying goodbye to me, but it's only good manners to do the broad sweep goodbyes. i don't know. sometimes it feels like we're friends, but other times i think it's all in my head. i think, mostly, the common denominator in his clique is weed. i suppose i should take a certain amount of comfort in knowing that it's who we are that brings us together, instead of outside forces, but that's cold comfort when he disappears.
i think what gets me the most is that the last time we all went out he commented on my standoffishness. so, i tried to be more social. we, at least, had some sort of interaction this time, but that's so lame. when it's just the two of us, we have a great time, but in a crowd...well that's a different story. i'm not into that. history will never repeat itself. well, unless he bounces, i'll be moving to where he's going in a year or two. clearly now is not the time for a friendship with him. maybe there'll never be a time. fucking Vegas, man.
aside from that, i had a great time. actually, including that, i had a great time. at least i know. Sarah, Janice, and I had fun dancing to songs and laughing. oh, it was so good. i even wore a skirt. i couldn't find the shirt i wanted to wear, but the one i had one wasn't that bad. by the end of the night i was knocking people out with my curls, though. those bastards had grown exponentially. at one point, Sarah and I were at the bar and Janice came in. there was this guy sitting there talking to us and he had the most incredibly clear blue eyes. he was really cute, but those eyes were amazing. we went back later, but he'd gone...of course. i love those people. those people who in a moment make this huge impression for no real reason. i'll probably remember him longer than most of my co-workers.
pound for pound it was a good night.
4 cosmos
1 lemon drop shot
really, that's all it takes to make me social. last night was Goat's birthday and i had a great time. mainly because Sarah was there, but then Janice showed up and that was even better. there seem to be three types of girls that populate this area:
1: the more reserved, "let sit and talk and nurse my beer" girls
2: the put some music on and dance and be silly girls
3: hoes.
Janice, Sarah, and I are of the second variety. we're not going home with strange men and we're not quite dancing on tables. we do like to dance and let loose. unfortunately, because most of the other people we socialize with are of the first variety, i don't really get along with them. what can i say? i don't want to talk about work. perhaps the three of us were just meant for a club. there are people who are just built that way, i guess.
so, i had a great time. i think i was an asshole at one point, but whatever. there's this girl that i try to like, but just can't. anyway, she and this other girl and a friend of mine were standing around talking, nursing a beer, when i popped over and said, "whatcha talking about?" she told some story that i don't remember. i remember looking at my friend and asking, "was that an oooh sch-nap?" he said yes. she said something else, but i didn't get it so i turned to my friend and asked, "was that supposed to be funny?" i really wasn't trying to be an asshole...it just comes so naturally. really, i wasn't making a dig, i just didn't get what she was saying. so, realizing what i'd done, i slinked back to my fold of friends.
that guy confuses me. a little while after he showed up he came over to say hi and comment on my drunken-ness. then he went back into his Noho clique. i came over and said hi and promptly made an ass out of myself and left. i went over one more time and "The Devil Went Down To Georgia" came on and i sang and did some ho-down dance while he played the air fiddle. that was really funny, but then he left without saying goodbye. i don't know. we seem to be moderately good friends, but i don't get him. God knows, he barely acknowledges me when his clique is around. i don't understand. i guess maybe i'm a little confused as to how good of friends we are. he's moving at the end of this month, and i think, in the end, i'll be one of those people who was "cool enough," but not someone he'll keep in touch with. come to think of it, i'm not even that, because we don't hang out. even in social settings, he's clear across the room. i certainly don't expect him to make some big production about saying goodbye to me, but it's only good manners to do the broad sweep goodbyes. i don't know. sometimes it feels like we're friends, but other times i think it's all in my head. i think, mostly, the common denominator in his clique is weed. i suppose i should take a certain amount of comfort in knowing that it's who we are that brings us together, instead of outside forces, but that's cold comfort when he disappears.
i think what gets me the most is that the last time we all went out he commented on my standoffishness. so, i tried to be more social. we, at least, had some sort of interaction this time, but that's so lame. when it's just the two of us, we have a great time, but in a crowd...well that's a different story. i'm not into that. history will never repeat itself. well, unless he bounces, i'll be moving to where he's going in a year or two. clearly now is not the time for a friendship with him. maybe there'll never be a time. fucking Vegas, man.
aside from that, i had a great time. actually, including that, i had a great time. at least i know. Sarah, Janice, and I had fun dancing to songs and laughing. oh, it was so good. i even wore a skirt. i couldn't find the shirt i wanted to wear, but the one i had one wasn't that bad. by the end of the night i was knocking people out with my curls, though. those bastards had grown exponentially. at one point, Sarah and I were at the bar and Janice came in. there was this guy sitting there talking to us and he had the most incredibly clear blue eyes. he was really cute, but those eyes were amazing. we went back later, but he'd gone...of course. i love those people. those people who in a moment make this huge impression for no real reason. i'll probably remember him longer than most of my co-workers.
pound for pound it was a good night.
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