The Constorium of Greater Minds

“I thought she was a bitch and I told her so. Of course the problem is that she really isn’t a bitch. I suppose that’s where the trouble lies. If she were a bitch, she’d know it and then it would just be stating the obvious, and we’d move on. Damn, if she wasn’t acting like one though.

All night she’s been going on about Arthur and his goddamn opening at the gallery on Rivington. It’s so avant-garde and his development technique was so cool, not to mention how great his series of self-portraits turned out. Avant-garde? Development technique? Fuck all that. And then when I’d mentioned this idea for the weekend she’d just kind of didn’t pay it much attention and said something about the after party at Nicole’s and so I got really pissed and called her a bitch.
Actually, it wasn’t so much that I called her one I just said the word out loud, not necessarily directed at her but obviously provoked by her. I didn’t say ‘you’re being a real bitch this evening’ or ‘stop being such a bitch’ – I just said ‘bitch’ and I wasn’t even looking in her direction.
Anyway, she got all upset and told me to take the weekend plans – she doesn’t even know what they are by the way – and go fuck them. Go fuck the weekend plans? What the hell does that even mean? Now we’re in this fight like we’re back in high school. She left me at the subway and went back to the gallery to meet up with those guys and head to Nicole’s.”
“You going to go there later yourself?”
“Nah, screw that, man. Let her be with Arthur, I need a break from her after today anyway. “
“What about that thing at Claire’s, the cooking party or whatever – I was thinking about heading to that – these photo show after parties give me a fucking headache. Like you said, development technique – what the fuck.”
“Yeah, I had totally forgotten about Claire’s. Man, I haven’t seen her in a minute. She’s really cute, huh? She just broke up with that guy, right? Yeah, let’s go to that. Where’s her place?”
“Over by Sheridan Square.”
“Nice, we’ll stop by the village and say hey to Rob on the way, see if he wants to roll.”
“Yeah, definitely.”
“Alright, let’s get the hell out of here, I’ll call Lara in the morning.”

“See you, Art.”
“Yeah, see you. Thanks for the drinks.”
“Don’t mention it boys, just go out there and get laid for this old guy – you can tell me about it in the morning.”
“Yeah, right. See you Art.”

“Fuckin’, Art. I love that guy.”
“Yeah, man – Art’s the best old guy ever.”