On Saturday night we went to The Bitter End, a small nightclub in the West Village that showcases musicians and comedians. The venue is known to have hosted some big name performers before they became famous (and married their adopted daughters), such as Bob Dylan, Billy Joel, and Woody Allen. We saw several bands and singers perform and they all had great voices and beats.
After we walked over to Joe's Pizza and while we were crossing the street, a couple of guys started talking to me and I didn't want to be a biznitch so I responded. They were heading to Joe's as well and were in line in front of us. One of the guys was obnoxiously loud, asking us what we did for a living, and in typical New York fashion, told us how he made more money than all of us. My friend told him that he's probably a psychologist because psychologists take on their patients' problems and he seems to have issues. She then told them to stop talking and looking at me. Somehow it led to the drunk guy calling one of us fat, which led to my friend telling him that he's not cool with his bowl cut hair (which he did have...with long hair in the back and bangs) and Central Park t-shirt that he probably got for free.
Drunk Guy's friend apologized on behalf of his friend as Drunk Guy walked out. Drunk Guy walked up to the open window, where he was in arm's reach of the guy friend that we were with. He started to talk to Guy Friend, saying that he looks really happy with my girl friend. Guy Friend told him to walk away. Drunk Guy replies with, "That's so deep." Guy Friend says, "Deep like the nose hair that's sticking out of your nose?" At that moment, Drunk Guy's looked furious and I thought that he was going to punch Guy Friend, but instead, he pushed his cheesy, oily hand over Guy Friend's head and jumped back, saying what any tough bowl-cut-hair guy would say: "Why don't you come outside?"
Guy Friend reacted well and laughed it off. My friend made another comment on the Central Park t-shirt and Drunk Guy proudly said that he ran an 8 mile marathon. My friend said that 8 miles isn't even a full marathon and somehow Drunk Guy's friend thought that she said he's not American. All of a sudden, the apologetic friend got pissed and said, "What the fuck did you say about him being not American?!" Whoa, I think we hit a sensitive spot. So she had to clarify that she was talking about a marathon and not questioning his patriotism.
I'm sure everyone in the pizza place was entertained by this and thought that we were idiots. At the end of it all, my friend reiterated that she hates Asians...except for me, of course.
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