Fat Tuesday

Everyone likes to make a big play, but no one likes to take one for the team. Fat Tuesday found me perusing about on Mill ave. with my friend Jon. Pretty standard.

Whilst we were in the Big Bang I saw this girl that was an awesome dancer — She had no regard for anyone but herself. She was also very pretty. If she were less hot this story would not have happened but alas… She was.

Unable to keep my mouth shut, I had to tell her what a good dancer she was. Her awesomeness made itself readily apparent when she got excited about my periodic table of the elements shirt. I suggested in jest that we should trade shirts and take a picture. What follows is a photo dialogue of the event.

“Ok Same Time, Same Time”

“Actually not same time” since she said I had to take my shirt off so she could put it on without taking hers off.

Very confused bystandards. I was making quite a spectacle of myself.

Still confused onlookers about the literal cross dressing.

It was at this point she told me she was going to keep my shirt. I think my look clearly demonstrates, “Are you serious bitch?!” Notice her looking away and touch her hair while she tries to break this news to me.

Finally, I get her to agree to give me my shirt back.

We switch back shirts and she wouldn’t give me her number. This girl wears my shirt, sees me topless and wont give me her number! SERIOUSLY?! And to think I said she was a good dancer …. and meant it. Regardless, I saw bew-bees. (Yes, I am 12) Ironically, this was the only shirt removal I witnessed all night by a female.

If you want a job done right, you gotta get your hands dirty and do it yourself.