How the “Stood Up” went down
January 01st, 2000 | 
Category: (cont’d from B. Good’s Random Musings)
Get this…dude calls ME to ask if I wanted to do something with him last Thursday. Well, the NBA Finals are on, so I told him that as long as I’m in front of a TV by 9pm, I don’t care where we go or what we do. So he suggests this bar that has a projector and will be showing the game. Cool. He was coming from a gig, so he said he’d meet me there. Cool. I get there just after 9, and sent him a text letting him know I was there. An hour goes by, and I’d watched the entire first half of the game by myself, with NO word from him. If I was gonna sit and watch the game by myself, I coulda stayed my happy ass RIGHT at home, in front of my own damn TV, and not bothered getting dressed and traveling to this bar.
This bar.
OH let me tell you about this bar. It was this 95 and over spot…I mean it was OLDville up in there. I felt so outta place. And of course, all the old mens were eyeballin’ me. Eck! Handing me flyers to their old folks party, like I’mma go. Ha! I shoulda known better. Dude is old his damn self. I’m just saying “no” to the oldies. But it wouldn’t have been so bad, and I probably wouldn’t have noticed if I wasn’t sitting there, alone, for an hour, with nothing to do but look at the screen and look at my surroundings.
After I left the bar at half-time, this fool sends me a text talking bout, “How is it going? I’m stuck here at [the gig] waiting to talk to the owner.” This was over an hour after I sent my “I’m here” text. How’s it going??? The only reason I went out that night was because HE asked me to meet him, and then he leaves me there for over an hour, and when he finally responds, he hits me with some “How is it going”??????
{{{expletive! expletive! expletive!}}}
I couldn’t even dignify that with an answer. I just deaded it right then and there.
