So last night I went with some friends to Sabala’s. I was bored in the main area (although free drinks were rolling my way) so I decided to see what was going on in black light hell. Bored with conversations at the bar, I decided to ask the DJ if he had any Kraftwerk. I shimmied my way down and was told that he wasn’t the guy to talk to and pointed me in the right direction.
Me: Do you have any Kraftwerk?
DJ (with disgusted look on face): No. I don’t know how to answer that.
Me (instantly confused): What? What do you mean?
DJ: I don’t want to get into it right now. I can’t believe you just asked me that.
Me (trying not to be a bitch): No really, I won’t be offended just tell me why that was such a bad question?
DJ exits, I call him a fucking dick and make other patrons (bums) laugh.
5 min. go by. DJ talks to friend while I’m testing anger management (cuz my back-up’s in the land of Oz) and sucking down vodka (which TOTALLY helps).
DJ: I think I misunderstood you.
Me: What did you think I asked?
DJ: Did you ask if I had a Crack pipe?
Filed under: my life | Tagged: bums, crack, dj, Kraftwerk, sabalas, vodka
Awesome.
That’s funny