nothing makes you feel old and fat like sitting alone stuffing your face in front of a bunch of kids
It's been a weird weekend with Jennifer away. I went out three times already, which is more than I usually do in a week. Alone each time because I have completely forgotten how single humans interact.
Which is okay, just... a little weird. But hey, I saw Rick Seback at KEEP PITTSBURGH FISHY: A Fish Fry Benefiting PERSAD CENTER, and he's always going to awesome things by himself. Of course he is charming and famous and generally awesome, but it's still a rewarding life, I expect.
On the other hand, I had the weirdest experience last night. I wanted to punch somebody, which was pretty rare for me. A dude stepped in line in front of me at the Pierogie night, so I look straight at him and said loudly "very slick, I bet it was just killing you being behind me in line." And he pretended he didn't hear me, just getting real preoccupied looking around at everything except behind him. Not sure what to do in that situation... laying hands on him is not the kind of person I want to be, although my blood was boiling. In hindsight maybe I should have just stepped right in front of him. I don't know, I mean, sometimes you are just so gobsmacked by some outrageous bad behavior you don't even know what to do... like, once I caught somebody trying to break into my car, and I sputtered a bit and said "NO! BAD!" and hissed at them like I was disciplining my pets. True story, bro.
The pierogie were really good, though. I sat at a table and two teenage punk rock girls sat with me and talked about being punk rock while playing with their smartphones, which just kind of reminded me of what it was like being a young goth kid. Same shit, different music. Man, nothing makes you feel old and fat like sitting alone stuffing your face in front of a bunch of groups of kids.
Which is okay, just... a little weird. But hey, I saw Rick Seback at KEEP PITTSBURGH FISHY: A Fish Fry Benefiting PERSAD CENTER, and he's always going to awesome things by himself. Of course he is charming and famous and generally awesome, but it's still a rewarding life, I expect.
On the other hand, I had the weirdest experience last night. I wanted to punch somebody, which was pretty rare for me. A dude stepped in line in front of me at the Pierogie night, so I look straight at him and said loudly "very slick, I bet it was just killing you being behind me in line." And he pretended he didn't hear me, just getting real preoccupied looking around at everything except behind him. Not sure what to do in that situation... laying hands on him is not the kind of person I want to be, although my blood was boiling. In hindsight maybe I should have just stepped right in front of him. I don't know, I mean, sometimes you are just so gobsmacked by some outrageous bad behavior you don't even know what to do... like, once I caught somebody trying to break into my car, and I sputtered a bit and said "NO! BAD!" and hissed at them like I was disciplining my pets. True story, bro.
The pierogie were really good, though. I sat at a table and two teenage punk rock girls sat with me and talked about being punk rock while playing with their smartphones, which just kind of reminded me of what it was like being a young goth kid. Same shit, different music. Man, nothing makes you feel old and fat like sitting alone stuffing your face in front of a bunch of groups of kids.