my space / your space ...

interesting night this evening. at the very least, it was a welcome change from the usual bar scene. at the very most, i had a good time and my friends offered some very entertaining antics.

i give you the following, in two parts:

part one:

a bunch of us went to the south side to see some bands play. something that law school has managed to completely destroy (pittsburgh itself may be to blame, too) is emily having anything at all to do with the local music scene. this explains why i haven't really been out there developing tinnitus and mad crushes on indie rock boys who play bass and stare down at their well-worn vans and don't have the time or money for decent haircuts. swoon! with the exception of michael, i don't really have any good friends with whom i can geek out about guitar chords and bands and distortion pedals et cetera. so it was nice to see some live music once more, and the bands weren't bad, either.

i wore my hair in braids, as i do every once in a while. this prompted a conversation amongst my guy friends about girls in braids, and the parts that i could overhear ran the gamut from pippi longstocking references to uncomfortable jailbait fantasies. ew.

part two:

my friend anne's birthday was last tuesday, so around 12:30 or so we ducked out of the show at the south side to head to squirrel hill for her b'day party. it wasn't really my scene, but i adore some of the people there and it was nice to be around them. i went outside with my friend jeremy to visit with him while he was having a cigarette. i'm standing on the porch, kinda leaning up against the wall, next to my friend oliver, and this guy walks up to me and grabs my braids in his hands and yanks on them. what the fuck? i had never seen this guy before and i had no desire to make nice with some arsehole who thinks it's appropriate to go grabbing girls by the hair, so i said to him, "hey, i'm kind of offended by that." and he's all joking, ha ha-ing, saying that "he couldn't help himself, he had to do it," laugh laugh ha ha ha. i wasn't laughing. totally uncool. and he made it worse by pointing to my nose piercing and asking if it hurt. ever the smartass, i responded with, "nope. not at all. of course it hurt! i had a needle forced through my flesh." this douchebag then felt the need to show me that his tongue was pierced (tongue piercings are NEVER cool!!!).

and later, the guy has the gall to pretend like he's going to pull my hair again. at which point i got pretty bitchy (but appropriately bitchy) and said, "a word of advice, buddy -- don't ever pull on a girl's braids again. it's not cool at all. you may think it's cute and some stupid trashy girl might think it's cute, but i'm not a trashy girl and i think it's offensive." the guy still thought i was joking.

seriously, sometimes straight men suck. that's why i pretty much spend all of my time these days with andrew.