where Chrissy and Rini babysit…

12 January 2009

Chrissy’s visit was all too short.
It was great, but she had some things to do at home…

The concert was great… an amazing number of attractive guys there.  It was also a really interesting line up… all 4 bands were a bit different… and they were all somewhat enjoyable in their own measure.  Personally, I liked the last two — Munroe and Bottle of Justus (who we, aka Chrissy, were there to see).  At one point early on in the night, Chrissy had given me some numbers to store in my phone in case her batteries died… and well, thinking I was texting one of her other friends we had met up with that night, I accidentally texted on of the guys in BOJ.  Oops.

Now, onto the matter of the friends we met up with there… three guys… They started out hanging with us… and then as the night continued we saw less and less of them… well, we saw them, but not with us and not coming towards us… They had found some entertainment in the forms of some blondes.  Whatevs.  I was mostly miffed because I had hoped they would have bought us drinks that night…  Chrissy was pissed for other reasons, and rightfully so.  Anyway… they boys drank, a lot. .. One of them even got tossed out… which we didn’t know until we found him outside after the concert… They were in no shape to drive anywhere… so we took their car, and I graciously allowed them to crash at my place.  (On the drive there, two of them vomited out of the car… while we were driving…)  Luckily they didn’t trash my place.

It was just sort of sad.  Even though I had just met these guys, and indeed they did ditch us to chase some tail, I could tell that there’s potential for quality there.  For a group of guys nearing 30, well, the drinking to excess isn’t a turn on at all… and no 20-something wants to babysit you, though we did.  If they would get their acts together, get their lives in order, well… then at least one of them would be a quality guy and a sweetheart… right now, with the drinking, flirting/ho-ing, and obnoxious comments and teasing, they’re heading into the land of Douche Bagia.  (Heck, well, I don’t know them well enough, they’re probably there already.)  But at least they have the potential to be something better… and hopefully they do so…

I know I sound judgey.. and yeah, I guess that’s what I’m doing.  But it’s disappointing when people don’t recognize the good in themselves  and become so self-absorbed into this image they think they need.  It makes you take a step back and look at yourself.  How into an image am I?  Is it even a proper representation of who I am?

Oh, House of Blues doesn’t allow camera… so I didn’t get a picture of my outfit like I promised.  It was a black and white, sheer halter top… I wore a black cardigan with it for part of the night…

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