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Friday, January 14, 2005

Katzenjammer

It's a cool word. Look it up.

Robert's band played at the Carousel Lounge last night, so Laura and I checked it out post-happy hour at Trudy's and pre-night cap at the Canary Roost. The Carousel Lounge was talked up to me a little too much, so naturally I was disappointed with the poor service, crusty decor, and lack of hard liquor. (To their credit, they allow set-ups. I wish someone had told me that while they were saying how great it was.)

At the Roost while Laura was playing pool, some guy walked up to me and asked, "What's your sign?"

What. The. Fuck.

I thought the worldwide acknowledgement of that being the Worst Pickup Line EVAR was enough to keep people from ever using it again. Once again, I am wrong.

Since I'm in a great relationship, I feel completely at ease smacking around the hoards of dimwitted choads who try to pick me up. That's not to say I'm a bitch to everyone who talks to me; I later had a nice conversation with a couple of guys hanging out by the bar. Part of what made it nice is that these guys actually had a clue. My tolerance for stupidity is very low, and my tolerance for persistent stupidity is even lower.

After pointing out the ridiculousness of his question, I told the guy I didn't have a sign, hoping he would go away. Instead, he continued to try to drag it out of me. Then he started guessing it, and Laura stopped her pool game long enough to tell him I was born in late November. So then he proceeds to try to tell me all about myself and what it means to be a fire sign. Unfortunately, the Asinine Conversation Police had the night off, so I had to fend for myself.

Apparently this guy was an amateur astrologist because he cited several websites that I "have" to visit so I can share the wealth of knowledge that he has obviously acquired and frequently incorporates into his daily life.

When his girlfriend approached us and put her arm around him, I point-blank told him to get the hell away from me. She seemed nice enough, and I wasn't afraid of her throwing jealousy punches, but I really hate seeing guys ignore their girlfriends to talk to other girls.

posted by platkat @ 3:33 PM