Aaahhh, the brain-mouth disconnect strikes again!
My lovely friend, JJC, and I were standing casually at Standard, waiting on some of our friends to meet up with us so we can leave the lovely rooftop bar and head home.
I won’t admit to being drunk.
I had a happy glow.
Guy separates himself from the crowd. Now, he was drunk. He stumbled slightly and made a beeline straight for us.
“Are you ladies single?”
I panic. My brain short circuits and the only words that come out of my mouth is the song playing in my head: “Bay Arrreeaaahhh!!!” I holler. And I’m happily glowing just enough to add some enthusiasm into that, too.
Siiigh. At that point, I was more than happy to step back and let JJC take the reins. In fact, I wished I could somehow dissolve into nothingness, melt into a puddle, or just go poof! and disappear.
I can never handle being hit on straight. Where’s the wit, where’s the charm? Where’s the disarming me?
Instead, I get all discombobulated.