A First Class Affair
This entry was posted on 6/5/2006 10:17 PM and is filed under General Musings.
I am so totally hot. Ah, it doesn't get any better than this, baby. I was asked out to coffee by a barely legal
chair today. Ladies and
gentlemen, boys and girls, gather round for the spectacle, the
freakshow that is my life. Would that I had a
link to show you (note to
self- get camera phone!). Waiting
at the elevator in Union Square, downtown San Francisco today, four
men— count-em, four— no more than the age of 20, dressed as enormous
airline seats (complete with seatbelts and plastic armrests),
emblazoned with the
words "Frontier Airlines" across the front, plopped down (as best as a
gigantic walking chair can) on a break from their humiliating
promotions. Actually, I'm projecting here, because clearly they felt
sufficiently dignified to encourage one of the chairs to ask a 33
year-old woman (not dressed as a chair, or any furniture of any sort)
if I'd like to grab a coffee and fly their friendly skies. Step back,
people! Do not approach the cage! Behold the woman who looks to others like she
might possibly agree to coffee with a peach-fuzzed 20 year-old ginormous airline
seat with legs.
So, yeah, anyway, we're going to a kegger at his frat house and an
Eminem concert next week.