Boo You!
Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008I used to go hear my friend Ski play at Open Mic night at Mellow when that place used to be cool. He was good. He’d always, always win. One night, 2 of my girls were sitting at a table with Ski who humored us with stories while we ate dinner.
About a few months earlier, I had just ended it with Gordon. Everyone knew how much of a jerk he was to me. He also frequented Mellow. Which was fine. I stayed on my side of the place and he stayed on his.
But for some reason, while he was on his side of the place, he decided to phone me. Probably because I looked cute…and was sitting next to a handsome guitar player/singer. For some ungodly reason, Ski takes my phone out of my purse, looks at the caller i.d. and says, “Gordon! I thought you said you hated Gordon. Why is he calling you?”
Which would have been fine for him to say. Had Gordon’s best friend not walked up at the same time as Ski was saying this.
Ski got the look of death. And then had to still perform his open mic set.
Gordon and his friends boo-ed Ski the whole time. Loudly. Boys can be so cruel. As we were leaving, Gordon whistled at me, so I turned around, looked him dead in the eye, raised my right fist and flipped him off. Dramatically of course. Because you should never expect anything less.
