Sickening

Man, what a dramatic evening....!
Am such good friend I had totally forgotten about my friend T´s party tonight. Suddenly he called and wondered when I was going to show up and reminded me that I had r.s.v.p´d him that I would. Damn...there I was in tracksuit, working and looking forward to an efficient and calm evening. The complete schlagerextravaganza earlier this week had the best and worse of me and I felt like the alcoholconsumption of that evening was enough to last for the rest of this month at least.

But you don´t just diss a friends party. Specially not a sweetheart as T is and we hadn´t hung out since fall. We actually dated a couple of times but I got myself out of it, I just didn´t feel like committing to someone else but myself for a while. Anyhow, after a quick shower, closet rummage and make up, I was ready to go. Decided I´d just have mineral water the whole evening and stuck to it, since I wasn´t going to get more work done I wanted to feel fresh on sunday morning.

The party was great until this girl suddenly starts talking to me about immigrants. Don´t know what I´ve been irradiating lately, since a lot of people have addressed questions of this type to me. Well, the girl starts asking me stuff like "Do you know why that people [of a certain origin] always behave like that?" and saying stuff like "No wonder they´re always on Efterlyst". A very nice talk. I just listened to her going on with her racist comments soooo obviously trying to provoke me.

Good thing I didn´t have a drink, otherwise she´d probably had a close up of my ringclad uppercut. This time I held my calm, probably because I was so tired I just didn´t have any energy to waste on such a total asshole. When I had enough of her crap I recalled one of my favourite movie quotes ever (many thanks to Brian de Palma & Al Pacino) and to my astonishment I managed to deliver it perfectly!
With a smile I graciously asked her: "You know what? Why don´t you stick your head up your ass and see if it fits?".

I then walked out of the room, thanked T for a nice party and called a cab. T got upset and wanted to know why I was leaving. My answer before I left? "Ask your sweet friend with the blue dress". Total poised dramaqueen. When I was in the cab on my way home he called. Obviously someone had told the stupid asshole in the blue dress that T and I had dated and she had gotten all jealous and acted out on me. When T asked her whattef ' had happened, she´d asked him right up front why he´d dated an "immigrant slut" like me. He had asked her to leave right then and there.

Well, at least I got home in time to curl up in tracksuit and watch Ice-T in Law & Order Special Units. And to get this sickening episode out of my system.