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so two girls last night stood by me, or rather came first and stood in front of me. pissed me off right away. and then they moved to the side and two man friends came up and then stood way too close for comfort to yes, me. first man friend starts to get close to tall annoying music fan. i overhear her yelling, "so you think we're snobby, just cause i wanted to talk to my cousin?" and then later "you don't know my families problems." and then "i didn't ask you here because i wanted to like you know, hang out with you. i asked you here because i thought you'd like it." and then goes off on how she "is here for the music."
it's funny how someone can be there for the music and yet totally not paying attention. so first distraction. finally dude gets point and leaves. then music fan and cousin check their cell phones. music fan gets a call. "hello? hello? hello? hello? ...hello?" no answer. maybe they were watching the show. later music fan's freind comes up. asks for her stuff. music fan hands her a set of keys. then friend starts going off. have i mentioned this is all during a show and that i was actually there for the music? friend of fan is screaming. people are looking. i am smirking. then i realize that woman that i think i am sharing a moment with, thinks i am also friend of fan. fuck. the thing with girls is that no matter how crazy, sometimes they can end up like that 'thank you' commercial. friend of fan is screaming. apparently fan tells her somewhere down the line that "god darcy, your star tattoo is sweet. it's like so totally original. did vaughn do it?" and then they're all huggy and friends. a quick wave and friend of fan is off. bubbly and unaware.
fast forward. maybe ten minutes or so. girls are looking here. girls are looking there. girls are not looking at the stage. girls are not being looked at. girls leave. yay.
band takes break from playing and says about the best thing ever. guitarist says "we were in minneapolis last night. the hotel had a pool. and a whirlpool. but there was all this scum on the top with pubic hairs. apparently they had a swimmers party the night before." huh. then bassist says "yeah. i was already in it. i guess i didn't notice because there was so much chlorine. but now i feel nautious. so yeah, minneapolis radisson is the place to go for swingers." hahahuh? and then the singer--did i mention they're all irish? goes "oh. swimmers or swingers?" i'm so glad i wasn' the only one that was confused.
side notes
*number of male ginkos i passed on my way to work yesterday: 10
*number of times i made awful face: 9
*new record: 40 mins. sweet.
