Kitty Power

Hazard

Being an intrepid can be tough. That's why in some ways I lucked out finding a home base out there. Last night I had my security kinda shaken.

If you read this blog at all, you know I spend a sickening amount of time at Sapph...usually not on the weekends though because that's when the yuppies invade just about everywhere in the area. Saturdays it's at least amusing to see the DJ all "so, that new Ja Rule is your 'jam,' eh? Bump that! Get a life!" in attitude and occasionally out loud if it's late enough. But, I've been avoiding the place on Fridays because of someone who works there. A few months ago circa late summer, I stumbled in there on a Tuesday evening because I liked the place and was curious to see what went on there on other days of the week. I sat around chilling, chatting with the bartender -- not my friend, but someone else that I recognized from being around. I stayed around so long that he was like, "we're going out for breakfast afterwards you should come" and my reply was "i'd like to but I'm pretty much broke, so I'm gonna pass" and that was waved aside with a "Don't worry about it, I got you." The "we" ended up being "him and I," but I wasn't hearing warning bells or anything so it was cool. We had food and were chatting and it became obvious that I had about subzero in common with him, starting with the fact that he's old(er. Staring 30 in the face if not past it) and not in the same time zone as my type plus to be a music snob, a crappy DJ (another reason why I avoid Fridays there for future reference). Then the convo turned from chill pleasantries to a bit of life away from the club talk and whatever, but I was pretty shocked as shit when he said, "so, you coming home with me now or what?" In my favor, I was nice but firm in the vein of "no, I'm sorry, I've got to get home" instead of "you gotta be fucking kidding!" I went about my business and thought that was that. The next time I ran into him a week or so later, he was in total kick it to me mode and I, still nice, said: "listen, I just come here to chill and we're cool, but I don't want any more than that." He seemed to accept that at the time, but every encounter after that was definitely icy. I'd run into him every once in a while and he'd try to semi-block me at the door on bullshit, but I, believing the whole thing had blown over, would laugh it off and go about my business. But, I never went back on a Tuesday even though that night is dope nor do I subject myself to his shitty spinning.

Last night, I'm sitting at the bar minding my business and he strolls up. I say "hi" and he ignores me, but comes back a few minutes later asking me to buy him a drink. Jay or any of my real life friends can tell you that when I feel like I'm being snubbed, my general friendliness can fly out of the window really quick. So, I replied to him: "why would I do something like that? Don't you work here? We both know you can get shit for free." So, he calls himself going off on me, all "I see how you are. I treated you back then, you owe me." I actually let him provoke me into a semi-argument until I was like "fuck this. Whatever." He slithered off but I was just pissed off the rest of the night. I was gonna tell my friend the bartender or my Friendster the promoter about it, but I just sat in the corner cracking my knuckles for a while until my blood pressure lowered and after awhile, left. It was the final straw in a night that had been kinda shaky because of the shitty weather and trains running stupid.

The episode has been weighing heavily on my mind. Part of me is "see, case in point: don't take shit from anyone because they'll try to pull some shit on you soon or later." There's also me thinking "fuck him and his bruised ego. Just because he thought I was going to hook up with him for whatever demented reason since I was sending out zero signals, I don't owe him a fucking thing because of his subsequent shitty behavior." And I'm also, "perhaps I should've bought him a drink and threw it in his face, that fucking pig!" wth a side of "I should've kicked his ass!" Mostly I'm annoyed because what was happening up to yesterday was a minor annoyance but obviously it's full scale beef now. In the new year, I'm supposed to start promoting there and I go there all the time, so it's gonna make it tough to have to deal with his bullshit. What to do, what to do? One thing is certain about it: if it's this complicated dealing with someone that absolutely nothing happened with, imagine the fallout if something did. He can still kiss my ass though because he doesn't know who he's fucking with.

Posted by Candicissima at December 7, 2003 10:55 PM