One might imagine that self-esteem found in the outer packaging of copy paper is short lived and fleeting.
The Chick and I have plans to hook up for one of the concerts in the Indigo Girls fall tour. We love the 'go girls. This will be our third concert together (my fourth - yeah, I cheat on the Chick) and we even once hung out with the groupies at the bus and managed to meet Amy and Emily. We have the pictures to prove it.
Anyway, there is much excitement and planning for our adventure. Last night, however, The Chick told me of statements she attributes to me while very very drunk at one of the concerts. She said that I repeatedly and loudly made sexual comments about the plans of our fellow concert goers for after the concert.
First, I totally believe that the Chick is telling the truth.
Second, I totally have no memory of being so crude.
Third, I hope to goodness no one will remember me as that loud, disgusting monkey from a prior concert.
However, since I've promised to be the ride to and from the hotel/concert - I will be less intoxicated and hopefully more circumspect this time.
oh, I'm so embarrassed.
2 comments:
First off, I don't really think anyone but me heard you.
Second, the stuff you said wasn't hateful...it was really just funny.
Third, don't ever last past behavior stop you from having a future good time.
I hereby deem your karma cleansed...go forth and party hereforto.
awwww. You're just hoping that I use my brand new euphemism at the next concert, aren't you?
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