hmph
Last night ended up being not that fun at all. The boyfriend had to stay late at work so we missed the Wilco concert (it was a shitty night, weather-wise, too, so…). We also missed the
fart.
A friend (Matt) of the boyfriend's was in town from San Francisco and wanted to hang out, but we weren't sure what to do. After I got the baby in bed we picked up Matt and headed over to the Strip to pick up Kelly Downlow at Milk Records. That was the first time I had been in their new space and it's really very nice. I so want to have some gorgeous loft apartment in that old schoolhouse building.
We stayed there for way too long, though. By the time we were getting ready to actually go out somewhere I was already really tired and not my usual perky self (ha). There was some discussion about where to go…I wasn't really listening but apparently Matt wanted to go to Dee's on the South Side.
Now, Dee's is this bar that's been around forever. Over the past couple of years it's become the hot spot for a good portion of the hipsters in Pittsburgh…although I think the clientele has become somewhat diluted with frat brothers and sorostitutes. There's nothing very special about it except for its size. It's pretty huge, at least it seems so to me. The second floor is where all of the punks hang out and say dumb shit like, “Capitalism sucks,” without really understanding what the hell they're talking about. Basically, dim college kids who wear POW-MIA tshirts because they look cool and declare themselves Proletarian even though they have no idea what that means. I'm sure in less then ten years 90% of them will be getting their Hammer and Sickle tattoos removed. yeah.
(On a personal note, I think people who consider themselves socially-aware punks and still smoke cigarettes are really confused)
Anyway, we got there and met up with a few friends and just sort of sat around for a few minutes. Then the boyfriend started getting really uncomfortable, like panicky, and said that he really wanted to leave. We couldn't figure out what the problem was. So I said, “That's fine. But if we want to go somewhere else we had better do it now since it's after 1 already.”
So I left. But when I got to the door I realized that I was alone. I went back to the table and everyone was arguing about the virtues of Dee's vs. any other place in the city. I was getting really irritated by this point for a couple of reasons, not the least of which was that all 200 people who were there were smoking heavily. I could barely breathe and my contacts were almost completely dry.
Well, long story short, the boyfriend and I ended up getting into some kind of argument, the roots of which neither of us could pin down. We left Dee's and took Matt to Aiello's to get some pizza.
The argument faded by the time we got home but it's too bad that this is the image Matt now has of our couplehood.
I'm pretty tired today and am more than a little annoyed that I have to do laundry all over again due to the smoke stench that is saturating all of my clothes. Perhaps it's hypocritical for me to be so disgusted with smoking now since I used to be a pretty heavy smoker. But I think it would be really nice to go out one night and not have cancer when I come home.
…This entry made no sense. Sorry.
