The Right Thing At The Right Time

Usually when I get in some sort of heated discussion or am pissed off, I will leave the conversation and then four hours later, I will think of the perfect thing to say. I never have been one to say the right thing at the right time. I am not witty enough I guess, or I just get too pissed for my brain to function properly.

I have always been envious of people that can be quick enough to reply with the right thing. The thing that will completley shut the person down, get your point across clearly, and ultimatley let them know exactly what you are saying without actually saying it. It is an art. My Dad and my brother are extremley quick witted, and I've been a little slower, and then my Mom, the slowest. It has nothing to do with how smart you are, its just how you deal with things in the heat of the moment.

Anyway, last night I actually had a breakthrough of sharpness. I am really sick of talking about this guy, but the story is just so good, so naturally I need to tell it to you.

Last night I wore a mini skirt... I wouldn't exactly call it a mini skirt though. It's pretty much standard length for a short skirt. Right around knee length. Just perfect. I don't usually wear skirts though, so it was kind of fun. Sarah and I were going to Lydia's to see the guy I made cry's band... I'll just tell you his name. Tim is the guy I made cry, and we were going to check it out. I will also mention that Tim has been at every gig I have played in the last week and half, so It was seeming like things were starting to get on the right track again.

Sarah and I got there, and we visited and Tim came up and talked to me during his first set break. I visited with his parents and his sister, and my second Mom Gillian was there, and our friend Katherine. It was a great night at Lydia's because it was just the regulars. We danced a lot, and were just wishing the night would never end, like we do so many times when the great aura of Lydia's is present.

The last song finally arrives, we are all dancing, and this girl in a very, very, VERY short mini skirt tries to push me out of my dancing area... which is the same place it always is, right in the front. She keeps pushing, and I'm annoyed, so I give her a nudge and just keep dancing and she stops being annoying... that is until the song ends.

Song ends, she pushes in front of me and, for everyone to see, propositions Tim. Nice. Very classy, and of course, this fills my soul with RAGE.

I sit down, and visit with friends, growling to myself every so often. After hours kind of begins, and everyone is still visiting, and I notice this skanky girl with the short mini coming on to Tim. She is allll over him, and then what I witness shocks and bothers me. He takes down her number in his cell phone. This pisses me off even more, but I continue to visit with friends, and Tim does a little business with the manager, and then he goes right back to this skanky girl who is now hitting on the bouncer. Classy. We keep visiting.

Soon it is time to go though, and Sarah, Katherine, Gillian and I leave. Tim is still talking to skank face, but sees me leaving and approaches me. I will write out the exact dialouge of what happens next:

Tim: You are leaving?

Teegan: Yea, I'm leaving. We are getting kicked out.

Tim: Really? You aren't going to stay?

Teegan: No... my mini skirt isn't short enough to be able to stay.

SNAP

Awkward silence. I can feel he is uncomfortable. Luckily, he didn't start crying in the bar.

That is the story of my one moment where I actually knew exactly what to say. I don't care if I hurt his feelings. I am totally sick of this bullshit, and he needs to know exactly where I am at, which is "I'm really pissed off at you and you need to get your shit together".... among many other things. And the greatest part was that I wasn't drunk. I just said exactly what I wanted to. It was pretty awesome. And I feel damn good about it today.