Sunday, January 11, 2009

last night

i went out with phyllis, felicia, and shonda from work. we went to this spot called "The Living Room". It was for an older crowd, 30 and up, but phyllis is down with the owner, so they let me in. all i wanted to do was drink a lot, dance a little, and have fun... but they didn't have captain, and the tiny asS rocks glass was $7. i ordered a rum and diet, it was strong, so i backed it with a $3 coOrs light. i don't know how people drink that stuff.

i am not aiming to say anything bad, but the men in that establishment needed to back the fuck off. i didn't want to be rude, but keep your motherfcuking hands to yourself. 

#1- you're probably twice my age. 
#2- you look like a pimp. 
#3- you loOk like a half-assed pimp.
#4- i got a man.

#4 was the chosen response... i wasn't lookin to get pimp slapped, you know? but it is a worthless statement. no man is going to respect your man. they don't give a fuck. 

i have a man.
"where he at?"
at home.
"oh. well i got a wife. i'm just asking for a dance."
nah. i'm good. 
"i don't see no ring on your finger."

at which point i transferred my cowgirl ring from right index finger to left ring finger, and walked off.

1 comment:

Brooke said...

are you taking poetic license here? a ring that fit my index finger would never fit on my ring finger.