>So there I was… surrounded by mulletted men, or at least they should have been. Godsmack abound, with about 4 HipHop songs in a row… then “bullet hits the bone” not even sure who it’s by… but hair metal for the rest of the night. We headed to Breakers to get away from it, and there was just way too much of an issue there. Everyone who goes there is married, and usually with the spouse. I was warned by a friend who happened to be there the seccond I stepped on the dancefloor. “OK — I’ll keep that in mind.”
I did my first drive-by of the Northend hoping to pass out some business cards tonight for FinishLineGFX.com but there was no such luck. I didn’t have a pretty girl with me, and I didn’t want to sit down there as it was really really sketchy all around. I’m not even sure about next week when Collette, Jamie, & her boyfriend are supposed to head down there with me. It’s supposed to be Friday, but I’m just not even sure what to do. It’s all very ethnic, very not me… I have business reasoning to be down there but it still feels like I’m getting myself into trouble. If only because of what I’m “showing off“, how very white I am, and the fact that my urban-social skills are just not up to par.
I am hoping to get a little insight from my aquaintance that I happened to run into tonight @ Breakers. I work with him @ GAP, and he seems to think I’m pretty hot shit, but completely incompatible with his crowd. He’s got friends who will follow people home to strip their cars, so at least I know I’m on the good side of a potentially dangerous thing. I just would hate to accidently put myself on the bad side.
How to maintain… how to maintain…?
So I ended up being in charge of getting this girl “Michelle?” home — I didn’t want to cock block, and didn’t… just gave her an out. She revelled in the attention until the last minute, then we left. I gave her a ride home to meet up with her very drunk friend… dropped her off. I was thanked for “getting a girl home safely” and then I was outie.
It was certainly an interesting night.
