About 20 minutes ago I was in the kitchen, making a Nutella sandwich. Now I think I need to make clear that it’s 3 o’clock in the morning. I thought my roommate was in bed- asleep. So I’m out there like in my underwear because that’s what you do at 3 o’clock- you go to the kitchen in your underwear. Well I wasn’t completely in my underwear, I was wearing an XL tshirt, but I certainly wasn’t wearing any pants (you know, like trousers… not like- underpants). So all of a sudden the door opens and my roommate comes in with two guys.
I’m like “Hi.” And I’m thinking, “I’m not wearing pants.”
One of the guys was my roommate’s cousin, who I’d met before- but there was some other Aussie dude I’d never seen before in my life. The cousin asks me if I went to a concert tonight because he knows I like music and I go to a lot of shows… I felt so predictable- I was like, “Yeah I did…” He said, “Really? Where was it?” I muttered something like, “Oh it was up in the 20s… It was Mull Historical Society…”
Then Random Aussie (as he will now be known) goes, “Youtwo?” I’m like, “I’m sorry?” He was like “U2.. Do you know the band U2?” I was like, “I know who they are, yeah.” “Do you like them?,” he asked. I responded with a mild, “Yeah they’re ok.” Then he inquired, “Would you see them in concert? … like if you had a free ticket or something?” I was like, “Sure. Yeah- they give a good show.” He prodded some more- “Would you pay to see them?” “NO,” I said.. maybe a little too quickly.
He turned to Cousin and Roommate and dismissively said, “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about! She doesn’t even like U2.” I was horrified. If I had been wearing pants, I would have argued with him. But I wasn’t- and all I wanted to do was put some clothes on.