Running into a guy that blew you off two years ago. You went out a couple times. You got a little touchy touchy feely feely. He said he'd call when he got back from the North. And you never heard from him again.
So tonight you walk into a bar to hear a band you really love. One of the openers is a band he really loves. You remember that. Wouldn't it be funny if you saw him at the bar? You think that. You are standing there watching that band he really loves and all of a sudden he walks by. You don't say anything but your roommate will grab your arm because even she knows it's him. You have no idea if he really saw you. Hopefully cause you're dressed in a really cute, colorful outfit. And your hair looks good. So maybe he did and he felt awkward, too. Cause it's really not all that funny.
Whatever, it was a long time ago and, even though you liked him, he obviously didn't like you enough. Cause, you know, when he said "I'll call you when I get back from Duluth" what he actually meant was "Duluth is where I'm going to die." You deserved to be really liked.
But you really are over it. Cause it was two dates and you aren't psychotic. You're just a little awkward.
Drinks & Dinner at Chino Latino with your Roommate Badonkles circa Pre Awkward
These Modern Socks at The Uptown Bar circa Awkward
And now I'm going to enlighten you with four realities to help you overcome the awkwardness:
1) The New Yorker is not appropriate bathroom reading material. Cause you'll finish up and then all of a sudden it will be twenty minutes later and you are still sitting on the shitter reading the David Sedaris article. US Weekly is the perfect bathroom reading material because short snipets about just how much of a loser Kevin Federline is never get old. Never. Plus they have so many bright shiny pictures of Angelina Jolie looking distressed over the fact that she is losing touch of her bitch/her husband.
2) The Birchwood Cafe is a really peaceful place. And Chipmunk is a really cool person (though she thinks it looks like creepy muthafucka Billy from Six Feet Under is gonna pop through that window in this picture.) And that Ghandi's alright, too.
3) Darren Jackson of Kid Dakota is amazing (as is the drummer, Ian Prince, but Darren is the institution...much like Raven Simone is the institution of Cheetah Girls.) Though the band conjurs a bitter memory, it's beautiful and the Star Song will always make you cry.
Wednesday Night at The Triple Rock Social Club
4) You apparently live in a harem.
Who knew?
3 comments:
Harlem? I was going to say a rug factory.
It kind of looks like you have a mini-maxi-pad on your shoulder. AWKARD!
One often has to wade through a lot of awkward in order to get to the good.
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