My friend Gina is back from the Army. Woo Hoo! The flooding and weather here might be our fault - we are the biggest hell-raisers you'd ever done seen.
Gina calls me on Friday while I'm on the train, coming home from work and we are talikng about whatever. Who from High School we bumped into, who wants us and who doesn't have a chance. You know, girl stuff. So we are talikng for about an hour when I get home and she's telling me how much she hates hanging out with her pal Andy all the time. He seems to have this bizzare image in his head that they are "meant to be" and she should settle down with him. Okay.
Gina just got divorced and has a small child to raise. What kind of dummy ambushes the lady he "loves"? She already HAS a boyfriend. (I put loves in quotes because I am sure Andy just wants to own her.) Anyway...
She started talking about all the different clubs and hang-outs they go to and she is sick of them all. I told her she should come around West Chester. It's a cute, trendy, college town with tons of live music and CUTE fellahs. We eventually decided WE were going out and paint West Chester feckin' RED, yo. We get to this spot called 15 North. Great for live music and drunk boys. I told her it's the place Bam, of Viva La Bam, frequents. She thought this was totally cool. She called her boy to tell him where she was going - he thought it was awesome too. Great - we're off.
WE HAD A BLAST.
I'm on a strict meal plan and can't drink *pouty sobs* but Gina can, so she does a shot and kills of a beer as soon as we get inside. We move up to the front where the stage is, and start behaving like animals. I mean we were dancing and bouncing and yelling and heckling like idiots. The band WAS GRRREAT!!! Gina fell in love with the fellah who played rhythm guitar and sang lead for some of the songs - rightly so, he was hottt and looked eveb hotter with sweat dripping off of him. It was fucking hot in ther!! After sweating for a couple hours and dancing like mad women, the last song played and the night was sadly over. We took our time walking to the front to leave. Gina almost wanted hot-band-dude's number. I told her I wasn't going to do it this time. I'm the one in my group of friends with the balls, so I wind up getting "the digits" for my friends. If she wanted it bad enough, she was going to do it and make sure she wasn't leaving without it. Not two seconds later, the lead singer guy comes over. Before he says anything, I put my hand up to give him a high-five. I told him he was friggin great and we talked for the next 20mins. or so. Turns out that dude-biy that Gina was digging is lead singer man's BROTHER. Lead singer man gave us their schedule, asked us to come out again, and went back to packing up.
*very dramatic Sherlock voive* Notice he went back to packing up! He wasn't doing the rounds and chatting with all the chicks. He either liked one of us OR he was screening for his brother! I mean, his brother was TOTALLY eyeing Gina all night and winking and shit. I'll bet anything he was poking around. I hope he was. Gina would be thrilled to find out she's still got it.
Maybe one of these days, I'll be reassured I still got it.
Maybe my playstation is rotting my brain thereby making me unappealing to the opposite sex.
Maybe I'm a huge bitch and can't be approached.
Don't believe me?
I got a note on Friday while I was on the bus to work. A NOTE. He was like: Hi I'm so-n-so and I think you're pretty. Please call me later.
I'm beginning to think I only attract shy guys.
It's a shame. I usually am attracted to assholes.
BLAH.
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On a different note, I had the strangest dream the other night.
I was baby-sitting Natalie Portman. I was in a car telling her to hurry up 'cause we were late. She gave me attitude and told me she didn't have to listen to me. We argued back and forth, then she told me to get out and do something about it. *Note: Don't EVER say soemthing like that to me in the real world unless you have good medical insurance. I will make you hurt.* I hop out and grab her neck and effortlessly pound her into the driveway. I tell her to get in the fucking car. I let go and she gets back up, mouthing off again. The next two minutes of the dream I am flooring this girl. I'm not beating her, just knocking her down until she cries.
Jump ahead - I'm doing a science experiment with friends and this one fellah is being an ass to my friend. I take him by the EARS and pound his head into the wall until he slouches to the groud. I start screaming at him so intensely that I am spitting while I talk.
I guess I have some pent-up aggression!?
...maybe just a little.
2:51 PM - Monday, Aug. 02, 2004
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