On Thursday, after my two work meetings, after my Grey Goose-infused afternoon, I head to Artery, Screening Room then ended the pub crawl at Beaujolais. Somewhere in the middle I meet this crazy girl who said some curious things to me. I found a hint of Vicky Pollard of Little Britain fame in her. What a cracker!!
I decided to illustrate this one Marjane Satrapi style (bastardised version).
I couldn’t believe how ridiculous that conversation was. That wasn’t just it. She also went to my friend and said to him, “Kiss me! Kiss me!”… “It’s not like I want your number or anything… It’s not like I want to take you home.”
I let her dance with me, and I didn’t want to dance with her because I hate dirty dancing with women, it’s so attention-seeking. It’s like saying to men, “Hey look at me, this could be you getting all of this.”
I was so tired and restless that night, and at least she provided me with some entertainment. Mysteriously, she disappeared into the night, as mysteriously as she appeared.