Wednesday, February 18, 2004
Mmmm, foot
So I was out with friends and friends-of-friends the other night at a restaurant. My friend Andy asked me if I wanted to go see a beauty pageant with him. I started, for some reason, ripping on beauty pageants, like how all the contestants are fake and how it's just an excuse for old men to leer at young women and how no one really gives a shit about the talent portion, etc.
Unfortunately, sitting next to him was his friend - a young woman who was going to be in the beauty pageant.
In the awkward silence that followed, I had to resist the urge to light myself on fire. She didn't take it too badly though, I think. I explained to her that I was just trying to rile Andy up. She said she understood, and then turned to talk to someone else. Andy couldn't stop laughing at me the entire night.
Unfortunately, sitting next to him was his friend - a young woman who was going to be in the beauty pageant.
In the awkward silence that followed, I had to resist the urge to light myself on fire. She didn't take it too badly though, I think. I explained to her that I was just trying to rile Andy up. She said she understood, and then turned to talk to someone else. Andy couldn't stop laughing at me the entire night.
