Stuff and stuff
I finally saw Social Network and it was fucking awesome. I laughed when Mark Zuckerberg logs into LiveJournal to rant. I just spent an unhealthy amount of time reading his Wikipedia page. I wish I was a billionaire....
Words can't even begin to explain how memorable Joie De Vivre's last show ever was, so I won't even try. I got to hang out with the friendliest group of people for nearly twelve hours.
Yesterday I was supposed to go to this work party at some bar, but I got really anxious about it as the end of my shift drew nearer. I hadn't returned the RSVP when I was given the invitation, and I had assumed that it was clear I wasn't going to be going. I was wrong. My boss's wife confronted me about the party -- and spoke enthusiastically about it -- and then told me I could close an hour early so I could come to the party! She basically cornered / trapped me and I didn't know what to say other than, "Yeah! Great......!"
Two hours before the end of my shift, I had accepted my fate and begged my friend Jenn to go with me. However, like I said, I got really anxious about it and decided there was absolutely no way I was going to make an appearance there. I lied about having some paper due the next morning and felt 100% better about it.
UNSURPRISINGLY, an hour before I was scheduled to close, I was confronted by two random Mexicans, Vishal (guy that works with me), Mike (creepy guy that also works with me sort of), some other random, and this middle-aged guy that always tries to converse with me. They all came in together and right as I had started pretending to busy myself, middle-aged guy was like, "Why aren't you comin' to the party? You gotta come! At least for an hour? Have a beer! Hang out with us! You can't even spare an hour? You think you're too good for us? I think that's it. You think you're too good for us."
I dread confrontation. If you've read my LiveJournal thus far you know this.
I literally stammered and looked at the ground and was just like, "LOL, UHH, I GOTTA PAPER DUE TOMORROW. SKOOL COMES FIRST U KNO HOW IT IS..SRY BRO." Like, this fucking fifty year old guy would not leave me the fuck alone about it. It was more uncomfortable than I make it sound, I promise. One of the Mexican guys was just looking at me and was like, "HA! MUST BE HARD BEIN A GRL LIKE U, EH? ALWAYS GOTTA DEAL WITH THAT SHIT." Yeah, dude. Totally............
I was so relieved when they left until I started getting texts and calls from people telling me to go. Mike (who I thought had given up) texted me and was like, "Come out for a bit. I'll take you home when you want," and I was like, "no," (lol) and he was like, "Well, maybe we can hang out some other time." YEAH. SURE. THAT SOUNDS AWESOME.
And then some RANDOM I hooked up with when I was a junior in high school calls me on Citgo's phone and tells me I should "come out and have a beer."
Alright. See you there, guys.
After I got off work I went over to my friend Jenn's boyfriend's house and I told her dad about it and he was just like, "No, yeah. You totally made the right decision. You don't belong at a place like that. That's just a trashy bar where the trashy locals go. You're better than that."
HE DOESN'T EVEN HANG OUT WITH ME AND HE UNDERSTANDS WHY I COULDN'T SHOW MY FACE THERE.