Commentary

About a week ago I was out with a friend from college. We kind of blindly grazed from bar to house party to bar, looking for something of interest but never really having our thirst quenched. In other words, a typical night as a single woman with half a brain cell in New York. We ended up at a place down the street from me that--let's face it--I frequent, and from across the bar, I received a text: "Jeanie it's me, blankety blank, across the bar," it said. Except her name is not blankety blank. It's more like something that rhymes with Verica, so let's just call her Kerica. So Kerica, who is a person I have zero interest in randomly running into for no apparent reason beyond the fact that she's a vortex of suckage, mosied over to our side of the bar with her sidekick Bertha, who was a tall, stout, rather jolly woman. I started conversing with Bertha as a means of NOT conversing with Kerica, and Kerica conversed with my poor friend, who is nicer and more tolerant than I. After leaving, my friend mentioned that Kerica expressed concern about Bertha conversing with me and all, seeing as Bertha is a slap-happy kind of gal and I am (she used this word) "cynical." I found this amusing, not only because it's true, but because Kerica used this word as an insult, whereas I found it to be rather complimentary. So I just laughed and shook my head, rather un-cynically. And Kerica can suck it.