Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Helping Friends to Work It

Last night I was Kristin's wing(wo)man. I had forgotten that I said I would go out for Fat Tuesday and wasn't really looking forward to it being that I am 1. Poor, 2. Tired after a long day at work, and 3. Not single and have guilt over flirty men (aka, Kristin's boy's roommates who said I was "cute")

But all that had to be put on the back burner because I'll be damned if I am going to let a little fatigue and insufficient funding stop me from hooking up my friends!

So we went out. Kristin's boy seems nice, albeit a little short. But height can be overlooked in lieu of a sparkling personality. Now, he wasn't that sparkly to me, he was actually pretty shy, but he seems to be sparkly for her and that's what matters.

Here is a synopsis of the night:
We get there, and can't find a table. A drunken 40-something woman and her drunken daughter begin adjusting my shirt and bra straps in the beer line. Still no table. We make awkward small talk with random acquaintances and amble around trying to look cool while scrounging for seating. We find a table finally and sit around with a bunch of empty seats for Kristin's boy and his roommates. They decide to sit somewhere else. This makes Kristin very uneasy and distracted. When they do decide to join us, Kristin's friend Taryn tells me loudly that she doesn't think Kristin should get involved with this guy. I think he overhears. More awkwardness. Beer spills on me. And on and on.

My point being that, although wing(wo)maning is not that fun for me anymore, a good friend does it anyway even through all the awkwardness, small talk and new-relationship neurosis.

1 comment:

Kelly Jean Walden said...

The Fairhaven? Up and Up?