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Tuesday, March 3, 2009

incommunicado

hey dudes, i won't be able to update for a little bit. our cable and internet are going to be off for a little while... a situation that threatens to tax my natural good humor and docile disposition to the very brink of rudeness.

i've already been lax with the blogging because i've been desperately trying to catch up on battlestar galactica so i can watch the series finale on TV with everyone else. i think i watched like six episodes in a row on sunday, all of which blew me away. i never watch tv dramas, so i'm always totally shocked by the plot twists... i keep thinking terrible things that happen are going to turn out to be dreams or something and all the characters will be fine at the end of the episode.

here's a quick story:

saturday night, i went out with my friend molly. our friend was at kit kat lounge for her birthday party and we wanted to go hang out with her. we headed there, paid $10 for two miller lites and didn't see our friend.

i immediately noticed i was the ugliest man there, which was fine. kit kat lounge is a fancy boystown bar full of fancy people, and i'm not about to compete with those accustomed to luxuries such as drink menus and bathroom stalls with doors.

molly disagreed and said i was only the worst-dressed man there, not the ugliest. i'm not sure if that was supposed to make me feel better or worse. but molly also didn't realize there were like 40 drag queens there, so what does she know?

so anyway molly wanted to meet up with her sister and her sister's friend for a quick drink, so they came to pick us up in a cab. i got in the front seat when they arrived and had to twist around and stick my hand through the little cab driver window to make introductions.

my grip in this awkward position must not have been bone-crushing enough for the visibly drunk friend, as she immediately slurred that i had a "lil' faggot handshake." i think she must have been skipped the seminar on first impressions at finishing school.

i responded by saying i couldn't really shake hands because of my avian bone syndrome and no one laughed.

1 comment:

  1. Molly was probably right. You probably were far from the ugliest man there ... and dress is all in one's taste anyway.

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