transient attention is better than none?

Somehow, I’ve managed to escape doing the whole ‘central west end weekend night’ thing for awhile (with the exception of going to Brennan’s at every possible opportunity, of course), despite residing in the heart of it. Well that blissful streak ended last night, when my friends and I found ourselves wandering from one shitty bar to the next, trying to hold on to each other in the ocean of middle-aged county people. At one point in the evening, Julia, Ellyse and I were sitting at a table—in an establishment so horrible that I refuse to name it here—when a group of three dudes, obviously from either Wash U or Israel, approached us and said (cheerfully), “We’d like to buy you ladies shots.” I suppose our response wasn’t emphatic enough, because moments later, they retracted their offer. Claimed that they were looking to have a good time tonight, and we obviously weren’t into that. “Have a good night,” they said in a huff.

I think I’m still laughing.