I had a terribly embarrassing moment last night. My good friend Trenton invited me to go dancing with some of his friends… and since I’m a big loser I said yes. I rode my bike to his house so I wouldn’t have to cab home, locked it to the fence, and waited for him by the door. I took off my hat because my hair was all gross and this group of drunkards walked past me and apologized.
“Sorry. I don’t have any.”
“Excuse me?”
“I don’t have any change. Do you want a beer?”
I was holding out my hat. “No.”
“Oh.”
The guy’s friend made a weird face and he turned around showing off some sort of fisting gesture. I have no idea what was going on. In retrospect it’s actually pretty funny. I didn’t realize they thought I was homeless until after they walked away. Then I burst out laughing… and probably looked crazy. I am crazy. Maybe I should shave my beard.
Other than that the night was pretty sweet. We managed to sneak into the club, saving me from paying cover. I hate cover. I hate the jerk who invented it. Trenton stole my crazy dance moves and was taking all the cred. Ha ha ha. It was funny seeing how funny I look when I dance. But I enjoyed it immensely.
I can’t wait ’till I get to dance in Germany.
2 comments ↓
hey, you seem to have glossed over something…wait, didn’t you get someone’s number last nite
Ha ha. Maybe I should also highlight that I am reading the art of seduction and the game? Nah, I’ll keep that between you and me.
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