Saturday, May 3, 2008

random kicks in the nuts

I was at a sweet patio bar with Frankie and Sam last night, enjoying what must have been my fourth Maker's Mark and soda. We were having a good time when around 10:00 I looked up and caught sight of Keri. She was at the bar with a new guy (the doctor went kaput after Paris) who looked like he failed the casting call for a live version of a Tim Burton claymation feature. It kind of sucked. Truth be told, it really sucked. Even though we've been broken up for a long ass time now, I'd never actually seen her with one of the guys that followed me.

4 comments:

bonnie said...

Ouch, that does suck. But I particularly love the images you conjure. Meow.

Teacher Bee said...

Infected with irony?

Jamm-o-rama said...

Sorry man. Seems that doesn't go away until you are completely and truly over someone.

Jack Gordon said...

Jamm - I'm pretty sure it will go away when I find a steady girlfriend . . . it will still be a little awkward, but the nauseating drive home alone from the bar won't be there. Teacherbee, my mom taught 2nd grade for 32 years. And Bonnie, by the way, I love the new pic!