Standing in line for 5 hours at the Apple Store on Saturday waiting for my iPhone.
Voila! My Birthday present finally happened, about a month later. It's amazing. I had to get a new number and it feels great. Now, I can be out with the old, the weak ass brothers that never call me and in with the new - actually sifting through the chaff as I decide who is worthy of my new number.
As I stood in line, I met this 2 gay guys that were so funny and so much fun to hang with for 5 freaking hours. It made the time just fly. They were part of the reason I could stand in line that long. They had jokes, oogling all the gay boys at the mall, being criticized by onlookers and just having fun without a care in the world as we waited for our phone. The overall experience was fun. I don't think I would ever have to wait for 5 hours for anything again in my life, but for this one time, it was amazing. I shopped, had a smoothie, got some new gay info at what they look for in a guy (skinny and chocolate and apparently there are gay sugar daddies, who knew) and discovered what motivated a good number of people into standing in line on a Saturday. I made some new friends - friends that Apple brought together -- and had a wonderful time.
Friday night, not so much. I chose this ridiculous outfit to wear for my friend's birthday party at Luckie lounge. Needless to say, it didn't help with my rut. Had to pay $22 for 2 glasses of Chardonnay, of which one of them was spilled across the table. Suckage. Then, finally got to go to THE WHISKEY PARK at the W Hotel. This has been talked about as the new IT place in Atlanta. It was not as great as they had talked it up to be. The music was techno-house shit, fit for gay or white people, but yet still the black posers outnumbered everyone there. There was a certain lack of mingling and excessive profiling going on in there. The men were all clustered by themselves in groups and the women just the same, everyone hoping for someone to talk to them, all nicely done up in their notice-me-now attires. The men were probably afraid to talk to the women so they wouldn't have to pay the very expensive tab for a drink.
I just kept wondering two things - why did I wear the ridiculous outfit that I wore (a very short dress that I spent all night pulling down) and that there are way too many single women in Atlanta and it is not a good thing. Got home around 3AM, no numbers in tow, and a whole lotta money spent. Woke up early the next day to stand in line for 5 hours at the Apple Store.
So High and Dry. Still single.
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