Cry me a river

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I witnessed one of the worst guy/girl moments ever while at a concert this weekend.

I was just sitting on a stool, minding my own business and trying to spin all around (it was making me happy), when a really short, insanely drunk girl chose to confront this really tall nerdy guy about the status of their (non?) relationship like a foot in front of me.  She actually was like, “You’re not into me anymore, are you?” and he was like, “No”…and I was like “Uh, kill me now?”.  I mean the guy didn’t even pause or stutter and I’m totally not kidding, it all went down right in front of my face, in my very own personal space.  So then she just stood there, looking drunkenly confused and put out, and was like, “Yeah, I figured” and he was like, “Yeah”…and I was like “OH GOD, PLEASE KILL ME NOW!” And then she leaned in and pointed at some dude from one of the opening bands and was like, “Well…I kind of think that bassist guy is cute,” and the nerdy guy looked slightly relieved and was like, “Oh yeah, do you want me to hook you up?” and she was like, “No…uh, maybe you could just mention sometime if you’re ever around him and he’s like wondering or something and you could be like…” and yadda, yadda, yadda.  She stumbled away seconds later (and did I mention she had like a cast on her arm?  It made the whole thing that much worse and more bizarre…which, I always find it strange when people have broken limbs in the underground music scene.  I don’t know why, but it’s weird) and the dude ran off to giggle about the awkwardness of it all with some chick from one of the bands…this time, three feet to my right (thank goodness for small favors)

And I was scarred for life.

Several other depressing things happened too, though I’m choosing not to discuss those…it’s all too depressing.  I was sickeningly drunk off of two Tangtinis (shameful) and we ended up leaving the concert early so I could go collapse on my living room floor (and avoid bursting into tears at a crowded bar because of a bunch of shit that didn’t even involve me…c’mon, I feel others’ pain, people).  I woke up in the middle of the night and my awesome assymetrical tank top (the thing is bitchin’) was all pushed off to one side, completely exposing one half of my early 90s-ish day-glo bra…and my roommate and her boyfriend were wandering around the room (though when I first woke up they were exiting the room so I just felt someone’s presence and heard footsteps and I thought it was like a baghead dude or something and I was frightened and tried in vain to wake the passed out Eric up).  Classy.

Moral of the story:  Sarah should eat more during the day on weekends…or drink less or something (but it was just two drinks!).  And people should go outside to have sad and awkward conversations about not liking each other, far far away from the drunken Sarah.  It’s the only polite thing to do.

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Tags: awkwardness, breaking up, concert, drinking