so apparently this is the week for goobergrape to be creepily approached by hideous strangers. if you haven't read the previous post about my nyc man, do it now. anyway.. yesterday was a typical day. after a night of heavy boozing and a bit of foozing, i spent my sunday morning at the infamous hang-over spot (or still-drunk-from-the-night-before spot), izzy and zoe's. i ate my scrumptious bagel sandwich and hopped back in bed to watch some lifetime original movies/shake the lingering drunkenness. i finally arose in the early evening to prepare myself for the Owen show. as i headed down to the church, i decided i was in need of a snack, so i picked up some cheese ritz bitz at wawa and continued on. i get to the venue and hang out for a bit with my cheese and cracker heaven, minding my own business, when along comes a guy, wearing a van halen tee, with hair longer than mine that looked like a bucket of oil was poured onto it. he taps me on the shoulder and says "hey" (gestures to the ritz bitz bag) "can i have one?" reluctantly, i say "yeah sure.." and before i could even continue he sticks his hand (nails with black dirt underneath them) into the bag. so i say "go ahead, you can have them." obviously the bag was contaminated with who knows what so i didn't want anymore, but apparently he thought i was trying to spark conversation. so i'm stuck with a greasy long-haired guy standing next to me the whole night trying to continue to converse. i guess i should have bought the peanut butter ritz bitz instead.. yeah.. i definitely would have been free from that creep show. next time i'll know better.
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