So, I meant to tell Nomi about this earlier, but the week conspired against me to keep me busy. Luke may be amused by this as well.

Last Saturday, i went out w/ Jon to a bar to see a couple local bands play (ArcAngel and Apox - Mach Fox and Flameboy or whoever cancelled). Everything was just peachy, until some chunky broad wearing a sweater that lovingly hugged her fat rolls and jeans that barely made it up over the crack of her ass got up and started dancing. She found a pole and danced on that, grabbed the singers mic stand and danced with that, got some old dude to get up with her and ground on him for a while... and then she and her friend came over and started hassling me to get up and dance. I do not dance. I'm sorry, it's just not a thing I do. So I decline, and they go away for a few minutes. Then she's back, and she's slurring in my face that I am not very nice and other drunken rambling that I do not understand. At this point I hide behind Jon, because I want very much for this bitch to go away and I am am too sober and timid to plant my hand in her face and shover her back, however appealing it is inside my head. Finally she leaves again, the band's set is over, and Jon and I head outside for a smoke - only to be followed shortly after by the fat blonde who is drunkenly raging about how I am not supportive, and we wouldn't dance and look at her, does she look like she belongs here but she is out there supporting the band! Then she got distracted by her friend and cigarettes, and we headed back inside and never saw her again. I can only hope she got tossed out on her lumpy ass. Now Jon thinks it is funny to tell me occasionally that I am not supportive, and that was last Saturday.