Saturday, October 27, 2007
the devil went down to...jersey? again?
so the bastard and his ladyfriend took a little trip to jersey last night to see a certain band that jersey really loves. yeah...that one. what can i say? i like to do nice things for my girlfriend. the bastard is a saint that way. then again by wrote of last phrase, how can a bastard BE a saint? hell, i'm trying for sainthood. go to hell.
anyway, we get a little sidetracked en route. wait let me back up:
FLASHBACK (re: the office): "this is fucking confusing?"
"the transit in jersey. you know lobster, i fucking hate your state sometimes"
(cue dirty look)"excuse me"
"sorry, i mean the state you live in." (lobster johnson is a native pennsylvanian and don't you forget it shiteyes)
"well it is what it is" ok back to real rime
CUE PRESENT: so the ladyfriend and i get a little sidetracked on the way to the prudential center to see that band and we ended up getting off at the wrong stop to transfer.
"we should ask someone", she suggests.
"i wish we had a map to refer to", i reply.
taking the initiative, she asks an african american gentleman if we could pick up the connecting train to newark. he suggested that we should have stayed on the train we were on, shaking his head.
"i was watching you you guys. you shoulda stayed on that train. you wanna get to newark, just follow all the white people"
just follow all the white people? that's classic, squire. fucking classic.