REENACTMENT OF AN ACTUAL CONVERSATION AT LAST NIGHT'S DELIOUSLY AWKWARD NO DOUBT CONCERT:
Ex-Boyfriend: I should take one of those flyers since I used to have to do that job. Oh well.
Me: Yeah, I used to have to be the person who took pictures of you doing that job.
Ex: Hey you got shows out of it. John Mayer?
Me: And Brett Dennon.
Ex: Yeah, how do you like that in your face?*
*this is an approximation of what he said, it did involve "in your face" I just can't remember the exact wording
Me: Actually, I would like John Mayer in my face. That would be quite nice.
Ex: [scowl].
Me: Ha, see what I did there, I turned it around on you. [dances to lighten mood] See that? It's my turned-it-around-on-you dance.
(editor's note: was the dancing excessive? Yes, probably. Was the other dance I had to do to avoid the turned over trashcan while doing my intended dance hilarious? Yes, I believe, enough to make up for the preceding.)
Ex: [scowl].
The concert last night was fantastic and lent an ironic level of hilarity when forced to sing along to No Doubt next to my ex-boyfriend. Then again, Gwen and Tony do that every night.
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3 comments:
Meredith once again pulls off an epic twirl.
I am proud!
A night of avoided catastrophes - the stopped car you didn't hit, the fallen trash can you didn't fall into, the concert-beginning that we didn't miss, and my convenient placement as the bologna in your awkward-sandwich. Success!
If you want to go to Depeche Mode / Peter Bjorn and John, I'll buy the tickets this time.
Jenny, I will both come with you and love you forever (try to buy them on a wednesday...no service fees.)
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