So I have a friend who has a friend, who is big in this (being  publishing) industry–ah the wonders being a chatty person. I don’t tell people about this–frankly, I don’t know the other person so I’d be name dropping for the sake of name dropping–and that and a quarter won’t get me shit thanks to inflation–anyhoo, I digress . . .

One night at nationals, I am sitting there. Again, I am a chatty person so I say hi to the gal next to me. Nada, nothing. I believe she may have smiled briefly though it could have just been gas. WHATEVER. Another gal sits down and I say hi. She is uber nice and we chat for quite a while (and whenever I saw her again she waved and smiled and pretended she remembered my name–as I said, she was NICE). The other gal . . . nope; never even looks at me. Again WHATEVER.

So later, my friend comes over for a moment and chats . . .  with the both of us (turns out MS. Uppity-Butt knows her too). As I am about to leave, the never-acknowledged-my-presence gal starts talking to me. What is this? I am worthy now that you know who I know? Give me a freaking break.

If I was smart (or evil) I would have started making up all this crap about spending time with my friend of a friend. “Aw man was that some party. And one time at bandcamp. . . ” (sorry wrong tattle)   Hell, I could have gotten a reputation with one or two well constructed sentences while she and her evil twin listened–whom was worthy to confab with, it wasn’t as if she took a vow of silence and didn’t speak the whole time we shared a bench. But I didn’t. I sat meekly by (I know, right–can’t picture it, huh?) and proceeded to ignore my new freaking best friend–walked off while she was asking me something–too late bi-atch!