I initially was having a really, really good time with you. Maia's friends Matt and Tony are both absolutely lovely and genuine people. Funny and smart too.
Tin Can, CBGB on Grand, the punk show at Mangia... all something different than what I've been doing for the past year, but I definitely had a good time. It all felt closer to a night out in Nashville... not quite, but enough to make me feel nostalgic. The patio at CBGB reminded me a lot of Cafe Coco, in particular. The next time my sister is in town, I'll have to take her there.
Hell, the beats were pumping at Upstairs Lounge. I normally would have had a great time... if some fucking idiot didn't drop their glass on my foot. That's where you failed me, Last Night. My foot gushing with blood? My stained black sequined Mui Mui shoes? Why the Mui Mui shoes, Last Night... why?! And who over 21 still spills their drinks? I expect that kind of behavior from 18 year old sorostitutes wearing shoes that they can't handle... but Last Night, I wasn't expecting that. I was not expecting that from you.
Last Night, the good times could have been rolling on too if the bar would have just administered first aid. There was no need to become Drama Night because the fire department and an ambulance was called because the Upstairs Lounge didn't have disinfectant wipes, Neosporin, tweezers or even bandages. Seriously, I would have had no qualms with the bar if they just bandaged my foot, gave me some soap to clean off my shoes and gave me a shot. That would have been the most appropriate response... Thank you to the sweet girl that brought me dry napkins and paper towels from the ladies' room. Thank you.
But yeah, Last Night... You ended up being a total bitch. I think it's now over between us.
Signed,
Nikki
PS- If your glass dropping friend would like to replace my bloody Mui Mui shoes, here's my Amazon wish list.
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