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So there was a live music event going on a few blocks from my place (hoo-ray I don't have to park!). Chris, Thrasher and I decided to grab some dinner and check it out. We ate at the Rockford (excellent Tilapia wraps) and Chris mentioned that MC Chris was playing next week at the Cradle. I said, yes, definitely, we should go. Then after a moment's thought, I said, "Do you realize the last time we saw MC Chris I was dating Logan and we saw the show with him? Man, that was a long time ago. I wonder what that guy's up to now."
For those of you playing along at home, this is also he guy that left Capital Promotions high and dry and tried to steal their customers, and the reason why I've been working part-time for the last several months (good for me, bad for the boss Jeff). And this is literally the first time I've talked about him in months.
NOT FIVE MINUTES LATER he walks in the door, like I've accidentally summoned him from the earth or something, and I just sit there thinking, what. the. fuck.
Soon enough he sees us and comes over and throws hugs on Chris and me. I kind of shrug away from the hug and respond with a kind of "guhh" sound. Then he looks at me, says, "Do you even want to get into it?" and I respond, "Not really, no," and he goes "Alright then," and I say, cheerfully, "Yeah, goodnight!" and he walks away and sits with his friends, three feet away. It was absolutely bizarre. Chris gave me crap for not letting him have it, but...to what end? He's fully aware he's a crap weasel. I'm not going to change it by calling him out as such.
So the night goes on, we catch an AWESOME live show outside of the Hibernian, a Battle of the Bands where one band begins a song and another band ends it, playing at opposite sides of a big tented space. Very cool. I would love to play with The Love Language someday. Logan and his friends are there, and he faithfully avoids my eye contact. No further confrontation.
We head out to Dive Bar, meet up with Lil Thrasher and catch up with Steven Tomany and his poor bruised ribs. I head to the bathroom, and on my way back, I have the following exchange with a charming gentleman dressed like he's about to rob Kevin McCallister's house.
Marv: "Hey, I like your hat."
Me: "Thanks."
Marv: "Who are you here with?"
Me, pointing: "My friends."
Marv: "Yeah, one of em your boyfriend? Girlfriend?"
Me: "Um, yeah, I live with one of them."
Marv: "Boy or girl?"
Me: "Boy"
Marv: "You ever touch it?"
Me, matter of factly: "That's a very inappropriate thing to say."
Marv: "Not where I'm from."
Me: "Where is that?"
Marv: "Brazil."
Me, in the friendliest tone: "Well, guess where you're not right now?"
Marv, grinning: "Brazil..."
Me: "Right. Goodbye."
...This whole time, his two friends sitting with him are banging the table, laughing uncontrollably. BURN. Seriously, did someone cast a douche nozzle spell on me? I WAS SURROUNDED.
In other news, one of the funniest pictures I have ever seen in my life was taken of Chris looking at Lil Thrasher's boobs. And we ran into (and got pictures with) a dude who looked EXACTLY like Rainn Wilson from "Rockstar." WIN.
For those of you playing along at home, this is also he guy that left Capital Promotions high and dry and tried to steal their customers, and the reason why I've been working part-time for the last several months (good for me, bad for the boss Jeff). And this is literally the first time I've talked about him in months.
NOT FIVE MINUTES LATER he walks in the door, like I've accidentally summoned him from the earth or something, and I just sit there thinking, what. the. fuck.
Soon enough he sees us and comes over and throws hugs on Chris and me. I kind of shrug away from the hug and respond with a kind of "guhh" sound. Then he looks at me, says, "Do you even want to get into it?" and I respond, "Not really, no," and he goes "Alright then," and I say, cheerfully, "Yeah, goodnight!" and he walks away and sits with his friends, three feet away. It was absolutely bizarre. Chris gave me crap for not letting him have it, but...to what end? He's fully aware he's a crap weasel. I'm not going to change it by calling him out as such.
So the night goes on, we catch an AWESOME live show outside of the Hibernian, a Battle of the Bands where one band begins a song and another band ends it, playing at opposite sides of a big tented space. Very cool. I would love to play with The Love Language someday. Logan and his friends are there, and he faithfully avoids my eye contact. No further confrontation.
We head out to Dive Bar, meet up with Lil Thrasher and catch up with Steven Tomany and his poor bruised ribs. I head to the bathroom, and on my way back, I have the following exchange with a charming gentleman dressed like he's about to rob Kevin McCallister's house.
Marv: "Hey, I like your hat."
Me: "Thanks."
Marv: "Who are you here with?"
Me, pointing: "My friends."
Marv: "Yeah, one of em your boyfriend? Girlfriend?"
Me: "Um, yeah, I live with one of them."
Marv: "Boy or girl?"
Me: "Boy"
Marv: "You ever touch it?"
Me, matter of factly: "That's a very inappropriate thing to say."
Marv: "Not where I'm from."
Me: "Where is that?"
Marv: "Brazil."
Me, in the friendliest tone: "Well, guess where you're not right now?"
Marv, grinning: "Brazil..."
Me: "Right. Goodbye."
...This whole time, his two friends sitting with him are banging the table, laughing uncontrollably. BURN. Seriously, did someone cast a douche nozzle spell on me? I WAS SURROUNDED.
In other news, one of the funniest pictures I have ever seen in my life was taken of Chris looking at Lil Thrasher's boobs. And we ran into (and got pictures with) a dude who looked EXACTLY like Rainn Wilson from "Rockstar." WIN.