This is how the conversation went down:
Bay Streeter (maybe not even, so we'll actively name him 10pm suit shimmying his way in my direction) : So what do you do?
Me: (awkward shuffling, looking anywhere but in his 10 pm suit wearing direction)
BS: What's wrong?
Me: Nothing, you just kind of make me want to throw up in my mouth.
BS: That's disgusting, you just threw up in your mouth?
Me: No, no you just made me want to throw up in my mouth.
BS: Oh. (as he shimmied his way over to his next unsuspecting victim, and proceeded to gyrate to George Michaels "Faith")
I saw him do a shot of tequila shortly after our pleasantries, the shot glass inevitebly broke thus ricocheting once hitting the floor and covering my leg in Sauza. Classic.
3 comments:
I can't help it! I love Bay Street crowd! Brutal I KNOW.
and in turn i will have to say you just made me throw up in my mouth. i like the unshowered, unshaven, never even heard of a iron crowd.
oh and did i mention not into me?
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