adventures of GayJoel and SnaggleTooth

gay joel i had no problem with, but snaggletooth? oh lord, the two together last night were a tag-team of bitchiness!

snaggletooth.

ha. when i saw her again and we exchanged generalised pleasantries (how are you? how have you been? great! and then to gay joel: how do you know angie?) that word, SNAGGLETOOTH! kept echoing over and over in my head drowning out any thoughts that may have otherwise contributed to our conversation. so i sat next to gay joel and discussed fashion-ey issues.

ok first of all, from where did such a term, SNAGGLETOOTH, originate? ok, a note before i proceed: yesterday was angie's birthday, so we went out to dinner. i figured well i've been hibernating in this cave for two months now that it might be ok to spend an evening out EATING something. SnaggleTooth is supposedly angie's "best friend," though anytime SnaggleTooth and GayJoel went to the bar to smoke she complained about ST's rude use of her cell phone at the table and her wanting to leave early to go to her sick boyfriend's house who has strep throat that was given to him by HER SON! ok now i'll proceed. over the summer we were going to have a pool party or a bonfire or both, i don't remember. i invited angie, and she said that she'd had previous plan with ST, but she'd invite her too. so ST and angie showed up at my house along with a handful of other people. it wasn't much of a pool party or much of a bonfire besides the candles on the porch.

the moment she stepped outside for her first cigarette, my brother makes his "eww nasty!" face at me and says, that girl's a snaggletooth! and if you were to look at her long enough to hear her talk, you'd understand what he was talking about (impossibly bad set of teeth with no apparent orthodontic measures taken to correct it.) i think i sat outside with ST and angie for a while listening to ST talk about how her "friend used to work at Coach and now he works at Lou!s Vuitton and i have like twenty coach purses and five LVs and blah blah blah blah." and keep in mind this woman (i think she's like a year older than i am) has a son. she should be buying books! not freakin coach purses.

call me judgemental but she seemed the epitome of white trash.

gay joel on the other hand at least was entertaining.

he had fooled me for a second that he was a conservative (someone said the C word and i said oh conservatives... don't get me started on conservatives.) and then he says he's conservative. intuitively i know he's lying but i give him the benefit of the doubt because he keeps eye contact. did you really believe me? i am SO NOT conservative... but conservative men are the best in bed because they're so freakin repressed! and then we talked about the mayor of spokane, WA and how he was a staunch republican and he had just come out, etc.

a family at a table nearby (esp the father whenever an "ass" or a "fuck" was thrown around) was also having an interesting conversation... gay joel overheard the one girl say I'M GONNA MARRY SOMEONE FAMOUS! and under his breath (though audible to our whole table of eight) not with THAT FACE you're not!

snaggletooth had me cringeing, gayjoel had me giggling. it was a pretty balanced evening.