T A N G E R I N E A L E R T douche bag |
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SOTU drinking game, 2008 - 2008-01-27 |
2003-09-04 - 11:08 p.m. all conversation below is paraphrased to protect the guilty, and because i have a shitty memory. i was sitting in the basement of Lit on second ave. chatting with holly, waiting for her friends' band to come on. i was terrible company tonight, antihistamines dulling the blade of my usual wit. i didn't want to put alcohol on top of my meds, so we're just crouched in a corner, watching younger girls with tiny dogs smoke furiously. a guy strolls by that holly had been chatting with earlier. out of nowhere, she tells me "that guy? he's a total douche bag". i started cracking up. "it's not every day i hear someone called a douche bag!". "but you know exactly what i mean. its different from calling someone, say, an asshole. he's the kind of guy who won't even stop to chat with you if you see him on the street." "then i might be a douche bag, because when i see people i know on the street, i always say 'hi', but i'm usually too shy to chat them up and then i feel like i'm being rude and i look all awkward and..." "no, you're not a douche bag. i know that guy. it's for other reasons, too. he's just a douche bag." i did know what she meant though. i could almost sense it when he was sitting with us. a kind of uneasy sliminess. i didn't like him right off when he started bitching about not being on the list. even something about the way he smoked his cigarettes spelled 'douche bag'. later, after i almost got holly's purse stolen and the first band had created an impenetrable wall of feedback and distortion, i stepped onto second avenue and hailed a cab. i was a shitty sidekick tonight. but i don't think i'm a douche bag. |