One of my girlfriends and I were having a conversation via Heytell today. (If you don’t have Heytell you should totally get it! It makes your cellphone into a walkie talkie!) The conversation pertained to an art gallery opening that we are going to this weekend (because I am all fucking cultured and shit). And the conversation went like this:
Me: Is there a cover charge? (Because while I believe in supporting the
arts, I need to make sure I have drinking money.)
Her: Nope!
And they will have food and wine!
Me: My favorite! I LOVE food and wine!
Her: Ohhh and there will be hot chicks too. Maybe we can find [our guy friend] a
girlfriend!Me: Oh my God, that would be awesome! What about guys? Will there be guys there? (Because while I want my friends to be happy, let’s talk about what’s important here: ME)
Her: There should definitely be guys there. Maybe you could fulfill your Cougar dream.
Me: Funny you should mention that! I looked up a Cougar website the other day
just to see if there were any and there were. But, they seemed to be more like
gigolo type of things.
Her: OH
MY GOD!! PLEASE sign up for the Cougar dating website, if only for your blog! I
mean, take one for the team, Gina! Do it for your art!Me: I will take MORE than ONE for the team, girlfriend! MORE. THAN. ONE.
Her: Whore.
Me: Yes
and a very happy one at that…..Hey, don’t judge me. You read Perez Hilton and I
fuck. It’s a choice.
Her: Hahahaha! You need a T-shirt that says that!!Me: I'm not sure I could get away with that.
So much for your culture and shit! But I wouldn't expect anything less!
ReplyDeleteBut did you find a woman for your friend? Did you find a guy? Did you find wine and cheese? Inquiring minds want details!
ReplyDeleteThe good news is that I did find wine and cheese. The bad news is that wine + Gina + expensive art do not necessarily go together. I bought a print (starring a good friend of mine) and made her promise never to take me to anything like that again. Apparently I think I am made of money- or at least I do when I am drinking. (I blame my father, Bob "Drinks for everyone!" D.) No girl for my friend. There was a guy there that was very tattoed that I thought about swinging on a vine with for a second but then my ADD kicked in, I saw a pretty picture and I forgot. Expensive lesson learned.
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