Second (and hopefully last) encounter with Tara...

So as I promised before here is the story about running into Tara again.  I had managed to stay away from her pretty easily after that crazy night.  Mostly because our mutual friend Brynn had moved away from NYC. But, when Brynn came into to town to visit and wanted to see as many people as possible, of course I had to stop by. She was the first girl I went to happy hour with after moving to the city! The first person to ask me to hang out with her and her friends.
I made a friend, Eleanor, come with me as a buffer/witness. So we talked to Brynn for a while and some of her other friends.  Tara was there with her boyfriend, no fiance (poor, poor guy). We said an awkward hello. Then Tara's fiance brought his brother and his brother's friend with them to say hi. They didn't acknowledge us but that was fine. But at one point Tara's fiance's brother's friend walked past me and hit me so hard he completely knocked my entire, full drink out of my hand and then kept walking.  He didn't even look back. Eleanor and I were standing against the wall and the bar wasn't that crowded. I don't even know why he managed to walk anywhere near us but how in the heck did he bump into me so hard and not even notice a thing? Or how is he not soaked from the entire contents of my full drink (which would be a little satisfying).
So I walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder and told him politely that he just ran into me and knocked my entire drink out of my hand.  He just started at me blankly like he didn't understand and then says to his friend, "Take care of this" and walks away.

So here is a mini back story. A long time ago the very first time I hung out with Brynn and Tara, I met Tara's boyfriend's brother. He was a lot younger and pretty good looking, if you like that whole Taylor Lautner look which doesn't really do it for me but whatever. He was hitting on me seriously and I just walked away from him. He kept telling Tara over and over that he really liked me. Then she tells me this and that he is a player. PUHlease! At one point, we kissed but that was it. He asked for my number and I told him no because it was wasteful when he wasn't even going to use it.

Anywho, back to the story...

So there I am standing there, so shocked that I walked away. I wasn't necessarily expecting him to buy another drink but at least apologize. He body checked a woman in a bar and doesn't even feel bad about it. I am telling all of this to Eleanor, Brynn and Tara comes over wondering what was going on. When I told her what had happened, she apologized for him and got me a new drink. I thanked her telling her she didn't have to do that because she isn't the one who did it in the first place. She said she knows that but he came with all of them. So once I had my new drink. I said something else like, "I still can't believe what an asshole that guy was," to Elaine and Brynn and then Tara went off. She started saying stuff like I couldn't call her friend an asshole and saying that she fixed the situation so it was over. I said that I appreciated her buying me a drink but that doesn't change how appallingly he acted. Then she started on a rant about how she doesn't like me and just started going off about stuff that had happened that crazy night. She was yelling and screaming like a crazy person. So I just looked at Eleanor and tilted my head towards the towards the door. Gave Brynn a hug apologizing and she said she was sorry too and that I didn't deserve that. All the meanwhile, Tara is still yelling. So Eleanor and I walked out.

We had plans to meet up with another friend Trisha for her birthday so we got in a cab and left.  I get all the way up to the door of the second place, when I realize I left my credit card and ID at the last bar. FUCK! So Eleanor and I get back in a cab and head back over there. So when I get back to the first bar and I am walking back inside, there is the asshole standing outside. When the guy sees me, he starts shouting at me, "Hey! Didn't I spill your drink?" I just gave him a withering look. I just ignored him. I am pretty sure he offered to buy me a drink as I was ignoring him and walking back into the bar. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?  It is vaguely reminiscent of middle school playground antics where the boy would hit you, pull your ponytail and that meant he liked you. Haven't we grown up? This wears me out.

Ugh. My dog is more mature than you.
-S

Cautionary Tale

One afternoon a long time ago (like almost 1.5 years ago) 3 coworkers decided that it was much too nice of a day (and a Friday) to sit inside and pretend to work.  Granted this decision was fueled by a boozy lunch, but I digress.  So the three coworkers pretty much went to lunch and never went back. (This is a fictional story to protect the fictional characters who may or may not be involved.)  The three coworkers then decided that since it happened to be opening day for the Yankees, that they should definitely go to the game. Mind you this decision was thought of several drinks in and the three coworkers soon realized that getting into a Yankees game on opening day would be about as likely as making it to the subway from your apartment without getting ogled by the construction workers for the 2nd Ave. Subway. NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. Because getting into an opening day game even for the worst, most unpopular team is usually difficult.
So the three coworkers then decided to go bar hopping on a Friday afternoon instead. At first, they went to a bar in Time Square and then realized that touristy bars are expensive. Not to mention that this particular place, the ceiling was leaking and dripping all over the patrons. They had one drink and discussed, "Where in the city are there cheaper drinks?"
"East Village, of course!"
So the three coworkers hopped into a cab in Time Square/almost rush hour traffic. Needless to say, it took awhile. But at least the three coworkers were a couple (ok several) drinks in so what did they care? They weren't working!
So once they reached the East Village, the three coworkers walked around and noticed that bars either weren't open or were completely dead. What? Everyone else didn't get the memo to skip out on work? How rude. So the coworkers found a bar and had a couple more drinks there until it was deemed by East Village standards an appropriate hour to actually start drinking. One of the group had to leave to meet his girlfriend and her parents for dinner. In Long Island. he he Good luck with that!
The other two, we will call Jackie and Susie forged on with their mission. Finally, Croxley's was opened and Susie could have the chicken wings that she desperately wanted. Jackie was just being a good friend because she is a vegetarian.  What did they discover? Croxley's has a chicken wing buffet on Friday afternoons! AWESOME! So Jackie invited some more friends to join, one was an ass. Then Susie in her chicken wing/beer induced state found a lovely hippy boy who was willing to share his stool with her.  They started talking and he invited her back to his place with his roommates to listen to music. Susie was feeling good so she decided to throw caution to the wind.
So lovely, hippy boy is around 35 years old, lives with 3 other people in an apartment in Alphabet City. He doesn't live in a room, he lives in a closet.  Now I know what you're thinking, you think I am being sarcastic and calling a very small bedroom a closet. Normally, you'd be right but not this time. He actually lived in a closet. With a close rack. He also did not have a bed. His bed was a climbing/gymnastic mat. And lastly, he did not have a door. What he did have instead was the neon bead curtains.
Now, Susie is not a materialistic, shallow girl. She likes hippies for crying out loud! BUT she does sort of have to put her foot down for not owning a bed... or a door. It was an eye-opening experience for little Susie! She had no idea she needed to set her standards just a little bit higher...
Needless to say, she politely excused herself and went home to her own apartment with a bedroom door, and a bed, which is complete with linens and a comforter.
Like I said, it is a fictional but cautionary tale...
The lesson definitely is not about skipping work. You should do that as much as you can get away with it. The lesson is maybe you should sneak it into conversation before you go back to someone's apartment on whether they have a bed. Unless that is not something that you care about then, Susie has a very lovely, hippy should would like to introduce you to.
-S
P.S. Anytime you wonder if you are maladjusted just remember, I saw a grown, well-dressed woman sucking her thumb (not once but twice) on the subway...