I walked out of Kiss&Fly, lit a Marlb with my new gun lighter that makes the trigger puller a victim with a sharp jolt of electricity, jumped in Habibi’s shiny new yellow cab (Nissan), took a short elevator ride up 14 floors, unlocked my front door with my key that never works anytime I return from a night out, and finally, flopped down on zee couch head-first with attire still buttoned up and no intention of budging for at least 6-7 hours. I guess I had no control over my actions at that point; my stomach decided otherwise. I was hungry and was about to begin my journey in the direction of food and since there was obviously nothing edible in my fridge; I was gonna need to hit the streets. The situation reminded me of a quote by John Lennon, “Life is what happens to you while you’re making plans.” A few moments later, I got off the elevator, told Dritan (The current record holder for the most time spent in our lobby aka our front desk friend), “I guess my night wasn’t over yet”, and then set out, ipod playing-ear phones in place, for Market Diner, which was only a few blocks away and always open and ready to serve me (I love and appreciate them dearly). As I walked to my breakfast burrito/hash brown maker’s place of business, I began to ponder what I was going to do while sitting alone at an otherwise empty booth. Before I could find a solution to my future loneliness, I was half way up the front steps to the joint and had already scoped out that there were only 2 tables being used for business. The first table to the left of the entrance was occupied by two gals who looked like they had ten too many fruity drinks that night and were never going to make good conversation let alone accept a stranger off the street to join their table, and, for shits sake, if they had, I would have probably been the one to remove myself from the table first. The second booth to the right of the 24/7 sign was being sat on by two gals too, except these two grabbed my attention so after shaking the owners hand and walking downstairs to take a much needed piss, I walked back up the stairs from the ladies room and sat down with them. At this very moment, the two very beautiful Irish non-men were starring at me as if I had just sat down at their table. Pause. In happyland, I would have been greeted with hugs and kisses and been told that everything was going to be alright. This wasn’t happyland. Play. Instead, I was greeted with a set of cold shoulders from two ladies who were quick to begin talking to themselves in a type of body language that was somewhat familiar to me. They were communicating the words, “Who the fuck is this guy and I hope he doesn’t think he’s going to sit here with us.” The first words that came out of my mouth were, “My name is Kurshot and I figured it’d be nicer to sit with you two than by myself over there (pointing to a booth in a dark corner), I hope you don’t mind. Sooo… what are your names?” The first Cailín (Irish girl) responded in a heavy Irish accent, “Vickie” but didn’t look at me and the other responded with a lighter Irish accent, “Lynda” and was starring right at me as if she was trying to scream, “Who the fuck do you think you are… because YOUR NOTHING!” I smiled and responded, “Well, it’s nice to meet you. I just left Kiss&Fly. I’m a promoter there and other venues around the city.” Victoria tells me that they just came from there. From the second my ass hit that booth, I had a feeling I knew them so when Vickie told me they came from Kiss, I began to put 11 and 11 together and assumed I had saw them there. I said, “I think I saw you there.” They wanted to know where in the venue exactly. I told them outside when I was smoking a cigarette. Like twins, they both said at the same time, “NOPE” and immediately after that, Lynda looks over at Vickie and says clear and loudly, “See, they’re [Promoters] all fucking liars!” I was feeling confident and decided not to get defensive. I was going to let the situation work itself out so I ignored the comment. In some twisted way, I was beginning to feel more comfortable with the situation but I still didn’t feel “comfortable”. This next part is my life saying on cue, “Did you think this was going to be easy?” So just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, a Dominican guy walked up to the table and sat down next to Lynda. He was obviously meeting them there. At that point, I was thinking to myself, “Ohh yaa! This is going to be fun now.” …To be continued…
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