Naomi and I turned out Jetset tonight.
We went outside to cool down and watched a messy trio of boys. One of the boys wore an baggy white sweater and went completely overboard: rubbing against parked cars, climbing a parking pay-machine, and sprawling out on the smoking benches.
We went back inside and I didn’t notice White Sweater until he raised a chunk of ice/snow from outside and smashed it on the floor. It hit Naomi’s foot and soaked the dancefloor. She was unamused.
I drove Naomi to her car at the end of the night. Naomi was about to get to get out of the car when this young under-dressed girl runs across the street to my car, “Help us! Help us! We are cold and can’t walk any more, we live close!
I rolled my eyes and told her to hop in. The girl and her five random kids pile into the back seat of my car. They are all crunk for Jesus.
Luckily, the girl did live close, and one of the passengers threw a $10 to the front of the car despite my protestations. Cha-ching!
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