Most Awesome Night EVER!
Okay so tonight started out as shit, I had tentative plans to hang out with my one friend who never called to either cancel or verify plans. Which is crap because I am a decent friend- at least decent enough to warrant a phone call. Which really sucked cause I was in need a friend today.
You know those days.
Anyway at 8:30 I finally accepted that the jackass wouldn’t be coming around like a total butt. And it caused great an terrible anger in me. The carnivorous anger, the kind that scraps through your body. And it created this deconstructive vibe, so I knew I had to go out and do something, or I would end up going crazy (like when I briefly thought of putting on my smuttiest outfit and heading to the closest bar) or pathetic (I was in my bed under covers at 8:30 thinking- maybe I should just go to sleep).
Anyway I decided I need to go out and make this day count-more than count but be totally and completely awesome. A sentiment that usually gets beaten up kinda bad by the end of the night.
But tonight- for some amazingly wonderful reason- it lived up to it. Honestly truly without exaggeration.
So at 9ish I call up Ash and say: I am horribly pissed please hang out with me so my anger turns into crazy constructive fun, without becoming crazy destructive downfall. She for whatever reason was actually pretty cool with this.
Now the 1st thing you need to realize is that Ash has this ablity to attract the oddest people, and events. Especially at night, I don’t know how… But if I had been with anyone else tonight I doubt it would have turned out as it did.
Firstly as we were walking down to Alantown and were greeted with an ominous sign. A nun in full gear was staring down a rabbi across the street. The oddity and chance sighting that bordered on unbelievable would set up the night. I felt like a joke should be constructed but ultimately I failed. Oh well, I’ll stick to half-assed dry wit.
Anyway we spent most of the night roaming the streets enjoying the sights except for a few short stops which were all able to end in awkward silence.
First, at N--- a club we went into where Ash’s special gift was able to attract a nice gorgeous looking guy from New Orleans who was one of the many to flock to Buffalo after Katrina took out the colleges there. Anyway Beautiful can not stress it enough. So of course I have to offend him by asking him if he can speak Creole- which I thought was like asking a New Yorker if they haled from the Bronx-turns out this is not true… We left soon after.
The next occasion happened at sweet tooth where I had the world’s best cupcake. Where we also met up with Josie and Christina C. the mother an daughter tag team that used to be friends with me and my mom, until an unhappy falling out. I have not seen or talked to them in over 7 years. Though I do constantly tell of how I took the worst vacation of my life with these people. Any way an interesting conversation took place my thoughts are in italics:
“Hey Che!”
She is so fucking fake “Hi guys!”
“How are you?”
Like she cares, she only wants to compare life stories so she can think she’s better than me, well I’ m not telling her shit “Great how’s yours?”
“Fantastic. So what are you doing?”
Shit I’m going to have to answer this one. “Wonderful- I’m over at Canisius. You?”
“Well I’m over at buff State”
Aha loser. “Sounds great.”
“So how’s your mom?”
That Bitch is trying to weasel something outta me, “Could not be better, you know she just got her book published.”
---- long silence---
“Oh well nice running into you!”
Ha! I won, I fucking won! “You too!”
So I am slightly crazy-anyway we left and Ash gave me this look, the why did you not introduce me look, which I quickly explained because those pariahs were out for blood, and if I had given her their names there would have been a slight change in Ash’s demeanor, a movement behind the eyes, that would inform them that I had talked about that hellish week in Florida. Ash: “Oh My.. that was them? Yes, right choice.”
My next thought-When did they start aking mini- Farris wheels? Why is there a random mini Farris wheel around Alantown? And why do those assholes running it think they can get away with charging one dollar per ride? I mean I paid it but come on that’s kinda outlandish.
The next meeting occurred at the Anchor Bar, where I was condemning both their wings and their claim to have invented the chicken wing- all when a person I think was the owner passed by-whatever I am right! And one day I will prove it!
Some other stuff happened too I think-idn it was a lot of fun, and after putting my anger into something constructive I feel I can call the dip wad who blew me off without any thought to dialing my damn number for three fucking mins. and hear his asshole excuse that will anger me at first but then slowly slip into my mind that maybe it was not such a bad offence.