shame is so in this season

land of the (not quite) free, home of the ballsy

july 4th is supposed to be about celebrating our country. and how. our country's love of capitalism, that is. special holiday fares on the greyhound are not only double the price but also include sucker punching you square in the temple. apparently there's no subtlety in raising prices anymore. in fact, there was no subtlety at all this weekend. i was in a bar/club/lounge/bar in philly, casually talking to my fabulous friend nina, when two guys come up to us on either side and one suddenly throws his arm between us, in attempt to bring our attention to his friend across from him, and says--no--shouts, "meet my friend tyler!" we both give him a look that says--no--shouts, "no thanks!" they both defeatedly walk away, but the original shouter comes back a minute later and says, "is it something i said?" to which we respond something along the lines of "although we understand your intent, the delivery was all wrong." as he stood there and talked to us, one by one his friends come over and a couple of them turned out to be quite interesting (and by quite interesting i really mean mildly interesting and rather good looking, but you know i'm not that shallow). after about 20 minutes, nina gives me the pinch signal to jet so i finish conversing with a cute and overconfident med student and we leave for our philthadelph manahatta (aka plan b), loie. loie was a bust... the dj was an asshole and the crowd was ubercreepy. and for the first time in my life, i was glad that last call came at 1:45.

posted by erica @ 10:07 AM