Like Shit?
6-13-2001
Walking down a street with all these people marching down the opposite way, holding up signs and shouting about their right to see someone (had a clever name, too, dammit). Then a woman in a convertible drives up with a clone of this dog by the same name, saying they should at least see the real thing. I dunno. Then some long line that leads into this huge house. I bypass the line and go inside, but when I get to the host, he won't let me in because I'm not dressed well enough. I go down to eat at the bar and Eileen is there. I ask her a few questions to make conversation, and she only gives me assanine answers. In particular, I remember "So do you work now?" and she's like, "Yeah, duh, of COURSE I do" before going back to eating. At which point I lose it, take my spoon (was eating soup), and throw it at her back as I leave (her back was bare). I walk furiously outside. I see her chasing me in a window reflection from the corner of my eye, and turn around right before she touches me. I grab her arm and say, "Why does everyone from GB have to treat everyone else from GB like shit?" She kisses me cautiously. I embrace her and strengthen the kiss. To my surprise, she embraces me as well.
posted by Phlegm at 11/26/2003
