Jenni, Matt, and I did our Fat Tuesday celebratin’ at Dixie’s on Grand last night, like I mentioned earlier. It was the only place that was celebrating Fat Tuesday and Jack Brass Band happened to be playing at the same time. A total win-win situation.
The band had finished its third set, and we were kinda waiting around for Mike (my former co-worker and part of the JBB) to come over so we could buy him a drink. Matt excused himself to go outside and smoke; Jenni had to go to the bathroom. She was willing to wait until Matt returned, but no – I insisted that she go, because it’s
Two minutes after Jenni leaves for the bathroom, I hear someone say "May I join you?" and I’m all "Hey, girl, hey" and then I look up. Man. I totally should have looked up before letting this lady join us. She sits down before I can say, "JUST KIDDING." and no sooner does she take her glasses off, does she start going off on some rampage about the caucuses.
She had apparently missed her caucus time and couldn’t vote, but was very adamant about telling me Obama had won in this particular area of
Once Jenni finally returned from emptying her bladder, this lady took it upon herself to make some formal introductions. Her name was
I don’t remember much else of the conversation. That can be attributed to either the three Hurricanes I had or the fact that this lady was creepy as hell. We figured out our tab, to which
And then we ran. My Converse-wearing feet hadn’t moved that fast since doing the Soulja Boy at Pi Saturday night.
This is right here? Exactly why I don’t hang out in