#70: “…this absurd four-foot drink with a life sized umbrella…”

Last night I dreamed that I was at a hotel bar for four different dates and I was apparently going to juggle all of them. The first was my boyfriend, a very “Lil Wayne”-looking guy with a bad attitude and drove a Ford Festiva. We got into a fight in the parking lot about money and other girls he was sleeping with (hoes?) and I went inside the hotel without him. I met a real life friend-of-a-friend there who was all dressed up in a sequin jumper to steal my former boyfriend and was planning to get me drunk, ditch me, and have him to herself. She met me at the door with this absurd four-foot drink with a life sized umbrella and acted all chummy. She led me to the bar, but on the way I saw my third date for the evening, my real-life female friend who I glimpsed through the women’s restroom doors. She was inside with a giant paint-roller, painting the walls and crying! She wore a cassette player on her belt and I could faintly make out Fall Out Boy. The friend-of-a-friend acted like it wasn’t a big deal, after all, less obstacles for her to get to my “Lil Wayne” boyfriend.

We were just sitting down when I noticed my real-life boyfriend in the corner of the bar wearing a cast around his leg and eying me. He looked upset. He took me outside to the Ford Festiva, Lil Wayne had since gone missing, and spilled out his true feelings of jealousy about me having a black boyfriend and how he’s probably way better in bed. Only instead of black he kept saying “hyper-African American.” Finally, we got that straightened out and I helped him limp back into the bar, by this time my third date had come out of the bathroom and was in the friend-of-a-friend’s arms crying over something. The latter had one ear bud in her ear and I could see she was starting to tear up, too. I went to the bar and ordered something a bit more reasonable in size, a vodka tonic w/ lime.


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