Hell of Eventful
Last night was the night of the The Rapture concert (the the the the) at Firestone, which lead directly into the usual Saturday Thursday. I expected to go, dance a little, and leave. Instead, a number of interesting things happened.
For one, these two girls asked to wedge themselves between John and I during the concert. They seemed kinda cute and I wanted someone to dance with anyway, so I let them. I thought I recognized one of them, so I asked her if she was from Gainesville, and she was. She seemed pretty friendly, so when one of the members of the band said that on the count of three, he wanted us to kiss our neighbor on the cheek, I did so. She kissed me back likewise. I danced with her and talked to her a little bit during Saturday Thursday too. What really makes this story funny to me, though, is what my friend Gamal told me much later.
"Hey, you know that girl you were dancing with? The blonde one?"
"Yeah, do you know her?"
"Kinda, but you know that website Last Night's Party?"
"Yeah..."
"I was on there the other day, and I recognize her from it."
He goes on to basically tell me that, in classic Last Night's Party style, there are topless pictures of her from some party in Miami.
Long story short: I kissed a girl who is naked on the internet because the guy from The Rapture told me to.
The other really funny story was really just kind of a hilarious observation.
I noticed two people there that I don't really like. One of them was Hillary, a friend of Ricardo's who is fat. I wouldn't like her regardless of her weight, but she's really seriously very fat. The other person I saw that I don't like was an old supervisor of mine from a previous job, whose name is Mark. He goes by Brandon, because it's his middle name. I call him Mark, because that's his real name and Brandon is my name. Anyway, he's probably pushing thirty, dresses himself entirely at American Eagle, pops his collar, and pretends he's 19. I've seen him downtown a time or two, and each time he invariably ends up making out with a fat chick. In fact, the first thing I saw him do last night was make out with a fat chick. I've wondered if he has a thing for them, or if he's desperate and they're easy or what. What unfolded before me put an end to that question.
Hillary noticed me and tried to get me to dance with her. I was talking to a friend at the time, so I told her I would come dance with her in a minute. After she left, I was telling John how much I didn't want to dance with her and her friends, being, you know, obese as they are. John kept encouraging me to. I think he just wanted to tell people I danced with fat chicks. I repeatedly objected, before suggesting that I would just leave her for Mark. In nearly that same second, Mark walks up to their group, tries to make conversation with Hillary, and then stands there awkwardly while they dance before walking off. I couldn't believe it. There was no way they knew each other, and I asked Hillary afterwards to make sure. They don't. Either I willed it to happen or he really, really likes fat chicks.
More happened, but this is already long enough.
For one, these two girls asked to wedge themselves between John and I during the concert. They seemed kinda cute and I wanted someone to dance with anyway, so I let them. I thought I recognized one of them, so I asked her if she was from Gainesville, and she was. She seemed pretty friendly, so when one of the members of the band said that on the count of three, he wanted us to kiss our neighbor on the cheek, I did so. She kissed me back likewise. I danced with her and talked to her a little bit during Saturday Thursday too. What really makes this story funny to me, though, is what my friend Gamal told me much later.
"Hey, you know that girl you were dancing with? The blonde one?"
"Yeah, do you know her?"
"Kinda, but you know that website Last Night's Party?"
"Yeah..."
"I was on there the other day, and I recognize her from it."
He goes on to basically tell me that, in classic Last Night's Party style, there are topless pictures of her from some party in Miami.
Long story short: I kissed a girl who is naked on the internet because the guy from The Rapture told me to.
The other really funny story was really just kind of a hilarious observation.
I noticed two people there that I don't really like. One of them was Hillary, a friend of Ricardo's who is fat. I wouldn't like her regardless of her weight, but she's really seriously very fat. The other person I saw that I don't like was an old supervisor of mine from a previous job, whose name is Mark. He goes by Brandon, because it's his middle name. I call him Mark, because that's his real name and Brandon is my name. Anyway, he's probably pushing thirty, dresses himself entirely at American Eagle, pops his collar, and pretends he's 19. I've seen him downtown a time or two, and each time he invariably ends up making out with a fat chick. In fact, the first thing I saw him do last night was make out with a fat chick. I've wondered if he has a thing for them, or if he's desperate and they're easy or what. What unfolded before me put an end to that question.
Hillary noticed me and tried to get me to dance with her. I was talking to a friend at the time, so I told her I would come dance with her in a minute. After she left, I was telling John how much I didn't want to dance with her and her friends, being, you know, obese as they are. John kept encouraging me to. I think he just wanted to tell people I danced with fat chicks. I repeatedly objected, before suggesting that I would just leave her for Mark. In nearly that same second, Mark walks up to their group, tries to make conversation with Hillary, and then stands there awkwardly while they dance before walking off. I couldn't believe it. There was no way they knew each other, and I asked Hillary afterwards to make sure. They don't. Either I willed it to happen or he really, really likes fat chicks.
More happened, but this is already long enough.