On Saturday night, Vuong and I had dinner at Petros in Manhattan Beach. We had an entire bottle of wine between the two of us, so we figured we'd walk around Manhattan after dinner and wait for it to wear off. First we saunter over to Shade since it's right next door. It is cold and we get in line behind 5 girls. The 5 girls are let in and we are next. Then, this girl walks up to the "bouncer" (I don't know if you can be called a bouncer at 5'4" 145lbs.) She gives him a sob story about how her feet hurt from her hooker shoes and needs to go inside and do whatever to them. Spirit was her name. bahahaha. He lets her in. Vuong and I are standing there, gaping, thinking, "You fell for that crap?" Honestly, I would have had more respect for him if she had just flirted with him and he was playing the playa, and let her in, but no.
So I start joking with Vuong that I've got a wooden leg and its getting tired, not to mention my glass eye was starting to cloud over, so we are rolling. Then the guy behind us over-hears and joins in, using his own sob story about he just came back from war and would really like a drink. (Although I'm thinking that's kind of a touchy subject unless you really did just come back from war.) Anyway, "bouncer," hell, let's call him doorman, is finally letting us in and he looks like he's got his panties in a bunch. And I said something to Vuong about, "Didn't you think it was funny?" And while she's like, "hell yeah" and cracking up, doorman is all, "No, not really." Ooooh. This only makes us laugh harder because he obviously didn't like getting called out for being lame. We get in, survey the scene, and find it a bit too pretentious for our tastes so we had out not even 3 minutes later and walk to the Side Door.
When we get to the Side Door, we order Diet Cokes (which Bartender gave us for free! Thanks nice bar lady!) We're there chatting and some other guy is eavesdropping and jumps in. Then he asks me if I'm Filipino because... ooh ahhh... he's got a Filipino girlfriend (and now apparently he can spot one a mile away). Anyhow, he's a little drunk, and previously Vuong was messing around telling them I was a shoe model, so at one point he grabs my leg because he wants me to either show them my shoes or my feet. Uh, yeah. Hands of my leg buddy. This also went over really well with his girlfriend, who got mad at him, and they ended up fighting. Darn that wooden leg of mine.
So I start joking with Vuong that I've got a wooden leg and its getting tired, not to mention my glass eye was starting to cloud over, so we are rolling. Then the guy behind us over-hears and joins in, using his own sob story about he just came back from war and would really like a drink. (Although I'm thinking that's kind of a touchy subject unless you really did just come back from war.) Anyway, "bouncer," hell, let's call him doorman, is finally letting us in and he looks like he's got his panties in a bunch. And I said something to Vuong about, "Didn't you think it was funny?" And while she's like, "hell yeah" and cracking up, doorman is all, "No, not really." Ooooh. This only makes us laugh harder because he obviously didn't like getting called out for being lame. We get in, survey the scene, and find it a bit too pretentious for our tastes so we had out not even 3 minutes later and walk to the Side Door.
When we get to the Side Door, we order Diet Cokes (which Bartender gave us for free! Thanks nice bar lady!) We're there chatting and some other guy is eavesdropping and jumps in. Then he asks me if I'm Filipino because... ooh ahhh... he's got a Filipino girlfriend (and now apparently he can spot one a mile away). Anyhow, he's a little drunk, and previously Vuong was messing around telling them I was a shoe model, so at one point he grabs my leg because he wants me to either show them my shoes or my feet. Uh, yeah. Hands of my leg buddy. This also went over really well with his girlfriend, who got mad at him, and they ended up fighting. Darn that wooden leg of mine.
4 comments:
Yup, you know us Filipinos, we all look alike!
By the way, I have to have a google account to be able to make a comment. WTF???
I could trick him. Apparently I'm filipino too.
laryna, of course you're filipino. you are my cousin, remember? heeheehee
I thought you girls were sisters.
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