stillbreathing

So, there's this girl that used to be on here and she was one of my friends...I ended up writing an article for her magazine called, "Pony." Very cool mag-zine. Anyway, she's not on here anymore, but we've stayed in contact, and she's now in NY so we got together and met each other the other night. She's very cool and all that, and we had about three pints or so before she had to go. She left and I stayed behind to finish my pint. Her friend, who was playing the music, came over and sat down next to me. Here's the delicious conversation.

ME: Hey, you're Leah's friend, right?
HIM: Yeah.... (Elongated pause) So, she left?
ME: Uh, yeah, just a few minutes ago. She didn't tell ya bye?
HIM: She usually doesn't.

And that was it. He then turned his back completely away from me and begun to speak to a girl there. So I was like, "kay..." and turned to walk out. But my bar stool spun faster than I was moving, and I go flying out off the stool. I land no so delicately on the floor and several people look over at me. Clearly I look WASTED (which I wasn't. It really was the chair), but there's no way to recover from that, so I button my blazer, tuck my head down, and walk on away...Good times in Brooklyn....