A Diss Best Served Cold

So last night, P and I are at our bar (not our bar, like we go there everyday, we actually are owners of it) and we’re watching the OU game on tv. Another friend of mine and her bfriend show up, we’re hanging out, still somewhat celebrating my birthday with very fabulous club specials (a vodka fresca as it were) and another friend shows up. It was fabulously sporadic and spontaneous all night long. We laugh, and drink and laugh louder and enjoy the night.

Moving right along, later in the evening another “crowd” shows up. Mostly regulars who we know and for the most part, enjoy. The atmosphere is fun and jovial and it’s not so crowded that one has to wait longer than 60 seconds for a drink. I have to tinkle, (many club specials mind you, and yes E, I did use actual facilities this time!) and head to the bathroom. In there, is a girl who’s come in with the second group. I like her well enough. We’ve known each other and spoken for about four years now. Not socially, but at the bar.

She asked what was going on, I say “birthday bla bla bla” She squeals, I squeal, there was a hug involved somewhere in there. fine. Then she asks how old. I say “36” and we ascertain that I’m about 4 weeks older than she is. fine. She goes thru the whole “we’re old” crap, I refuse to bite saying I’m sure as hell not old I don’t know about you. . . more squealing. Fine. THEN, and here’s the kicker, she says, “I was telling my girlfriend the other day. . . (looks me up and down) and not to diss you, but (turns around, shakes her size 5 or smaller ass) and says, I look good.”

Not. To. Diss. You.

I say of course you look good, and head back to my friends.

It was somewhat of a grenade. Took a few minutes before it exploded right into my face.

NOT TO DISS YOU. . . The fuck is that about? I know what size my arse is. I know what I look like. I also know what I’ve looked like before and what is in my future.

Shitty people are all around I suppose. It’s always so amazing to me when they really show themselves like that though. I forget, for the most part that they are out there. Still have the Anne Frank mentality and think people are generally pretty decent.

It didn’t ruin my night. I fussed about it awhile, had a few shots, laughed hysterically again and headed home. So a good night still, made even better because I am off work today and tomorrow and life is very good.

I wouldn’t be honest though, if I weren’t really planning something for that girl next time I see her. Any suggestions?