The High Life
Thursday, April 30th, 2009Marga and I were at dinner the other night. We got to discussing our guys. We both expressed how much we dislike when we’re at a bar or party with a guy and they just leave you because they’re always, always the center of attention. I thought maybe I was just socially awkward, but it made me feel better knowing that Marga despised that too. We are one in the same.
So fast forward to the next night. I had bought Zack a ticket to see a band. He came to Baton Rouge, we head over to the venue, meet up with his friends. Zack goes to get drinks and I ask him to grab me a Miller Light. I’m not much of a beer drinker, but we’re trying to cut back on spending lots of moula. So instead of my normal gin and tonic, I went for a beer. He gets the drinks; the first band starts and eventually finishes up. He askes if I want another drink and i said yes, can you get me another beer. He says he’ll go get it if I hold our spots.
I talk to Zack’s friends, whom I do enjoy very much. But…I’m not the most interesting person and sometimes run out of things to talk about. So I start to people watch and realize that it’s been about twenty minutes since Zack went to get more beer…yet no sign of Zack.
So, I think to myself. F this. I’m going to go get my own drink. Who needs a man? Surely not me. So I walk up to the bar and as I’m pulling my card out to pay, Zack grabs my arm and tells me that he got my beer already.
Really? You got my beer already? Because I had been saving our nice little spot on the balcony for 20 minutes and you were no where to be found.
So I got to take my beer from his hand. I first look at his half drank beer and think to myself…geez, thanks for leaving me for twenty minutes while you enjoy your beer and let mine get hot. Then, I look at my beer.
He got me a Miller High Life.
Thoughts started bouncing back and forth in my head. Are you kidding me?! Really?! You got me a High Life- the crappiest of all beers- even worse than Schlitz?!?
So I question his choice of beer…well ‘interrogate’ is more appropriate. And he says it was cheap. Cheap? Wrong answer, babe.
I bought him the ticket to get into the music venue and he can’t even get me a Miller Light like I wanted. Every sip I took of the High Life, I held my breath. Ugh.
I’m certain about one thing…I surely wasn’t living the high life that night.
