That Didn't Take long

Ask and ye shall receive. Something weird happened to me last night. I got a call from one of the women that partied with us at the underground bar last weekend. Well, I got a message from her. She called, gave me her name, reminded me she was my friend’s friend, and then made sure to remind me that she was married. At least her husband isn’t in jail (reference to this post).

Now I know we had a little too much SOJU, but I would have remembered her and the fact that she was married. In the message it seemed important that she remind me of all of these facts. She called to ask me what I was doing Friday night. She said her and some of her girl friends we going to some place in the city and wanted to know if I wanted to join them. Hmmmm…

Now I always thought that this might happen. When I’m out I can be a lot of fun and a blast to hang out with. Sure occasionally you might end up in a Mexican border town with a really big hangover, but for the most part it’s all just fun. But I’m not sure about having people I just met calling me and inviting me out with their “girlfriends.”

I am pretty sure this isn’t like the time I hung out with my sister’s friends at a candle party and afterward they decided I was just one of the girls. They still wouldn’t parade around naked or have their pillow fights in front of me, but I understand they have to keep something in the sisterhood. I’m pretty sure I didn’t come across as one of the girls on Saturday. So what is going on here? Is she looking to auction me off to one of her friends? Is she bringing her husband? Did she invite my buddy, her friend, along as well? I mean, shouldn’t this invitation have come from him and not her? It is all a little weird and very forward if you ask me. Not that I don’t like forward, cause I do.

This is probably a normal once you stop hanging out in corner bars or at the bodega in the Ghetto. If you go into the city and meet some people that weren’t in prison as recently as that morning, chances are you might find some that want to hang out with you on another evening. And not just because you know electronics and can probably hot wire a car.

Speaking of bodegas, what is the deal with people just standing around outside them all day? Did they forget what they came there to buy? I have one about three blocks from my house and I swear it is the busiest, non-busy place I have every seen.

Well, I guess I will have to return her call. It seems like the polite thing to do. Who decides what is polite anyway. Whoever it is, can they make it so it is polite to laugh out loud at those women that wear the low riser jeans that really shouldn’t? I lobbied for this when everyone was wearing spandex too, but the polite police didn’t go for it then. Maybe they have loosened up a little.

Before I return her call, I think I will call my buddy and see if he knows what the hell is going on. It’s not like I have any plans for Friday. I mean what is the worst thing that could happen. I could wake up in a car bound for Mexico because the tequila is better there. Hell, I did that three weeks ago.