phil.

rooms and i went out in uptown charlotte last night.  

 

we were at mez.  having a great time.  hanging out.  chatting amongst ourselves when phil interrupted us.  granted my fathers name is phil as well.  and if only it had been him. perhaps we would have escaped unscathed and a bit less annoyed.  sadly the phil that interrupted us was a five foot 8 balding man with a mustache and the inability to pick up on social cues. (ie. rolling eyes.  repeated bathroom breaks. the refusal of exhanging phone numbers or business cards)  rather he told us about his father being ill. (which granted. i am such a sucker for a heartwrenching tale.  however.  not when you’re only telling it to me as a tactic to real me in and want to spend time with you purely out of pity.  i find them heartwrenching when someone is obviously upset about the situation. not out drinking rather than spending time with said ill father)  

of course the night is going further and further downhill. till rooms and i order another corona. because really how can you not feel a bit of optimism the second that beautiful lime topped beverage is heading your way.  however.  although mine made it into my hands.  rooms made it into phils hands.  then back into the bartenders hand. where for some reason phil had instructed the bartender to pour some grenadine it in. and then it was handed to her.  appalled we both looked at eachother.  sat our drinks down.  and left to go to Suite.  

any man who can’t appreciate a corona for exactly what is is.  isn’t someone we can respect.

 

so phil.  if you happen upon this.  it wasn’t the balding. or the height issue that ruined you. it wasn’t even the sob story.  it was however.  that you … a MAN… poured pink juice into my roomates favorite beverage.  and now we can no longer associate with you…