Nekomimi Lisa (lisagoddess) wrote,
Nekomimi Lisa
lisagoddess

the fates were against me last night. I had plans. A night out on the town. I was stuck at work until 6:10pm, and even then I needed to stay longer. I finally wiggled away and jumped on the 6 train. Got off at 125th St. The area did not look familiar. Shit. I called T-pro to get the reminder of where his apartment was. No answer. Shit again. I checked the clock on the cell phone 6:35. My poor baby would be waiting for me in Union Square, starting at 6:45. This was terrible. The Show was at 8pm. I still had time. I tried T=pro again. He answered. Between 116th and 117th streets. I walked quickly, ignoring the
"hey sugar!"'s , "hey baby, i wanna borrow your cell phone", and "you're such a bitch...cant even stop to talk!" and got to T-pros in 10 minutes. He was on the phone and didnt start downloading my footage from the Whitney impersonation show until near 7. Waiting. Stressing. I called my mom and told her I was not wearing glasses. "Dont be conned into contact lenses, whatever you do. Your aunt is going to loose her eyesight because of contacts" "Mom", I said, " my aunt is losing her sight because she prol isnt cleaning her contacts" I later find out that she was very ill and was wearing them instead of her glasses. Well, there you go. Dont be scared of new technology. It's ok, really.
I pace. Pace. The footage is done. It's 7:20. Shit! There's a lot of shitting going on. The train takes forever. I get to union square at 10 to 8, and im so frustrated. I find out that Jimmy has been waiting for me since 6:30 on the SW steps. But not before he kisses me, pulls me to him and says "you look soooo sexy in your glasses." I melt. I swoon. I apologize for making him wait and try and drag him into the subway to go to the show.
"Baby, its almost 8. We're never going to make it. The doors will be closed." I almost break down. Those tickets were given to us complimentary from the lighting director. Someone else could have used them. And I wasted them. I left my friend a message on his cell phone, apologizing profusely.

I bought my baby pizza and we bought a Simpsons Halloween Horror tape, instead. I wanted to make it up to him for waiting for me so patiently, and only saying "you look sexy in your glasses" and "it was a nice night. Its fun to watch everyone."
Could I possibly have a better boy?
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