Dubuque Street in Iowa City.
Obviously, I don't get out much. Saturday night I met some girls at The Mill and from there we walked to The Picador to see some friends play rawk!. I can't honestly remember the last time I was downtown on a weekend night. I felt like the country mouse visiting her city cousins. My hillbilly, bumpkin tendencies must have been apparent to everyone else too.
As we were walking through the Ped Mall, two guys passed us and said, "Hey, you dropped something." I came this close to falling for it and bending over to look for whatever I might have dropped, before my friends started laughing at me. It was a total "lick me on the face and call me sucker" moment. The guys even apologized through their laughter, I was so pitiable.
Things were better at The Picador, because I knew most of the people there and they were already aware of what a dweeb I am. I'm such an easy target, it's not even fun anymore. All I had to do was keep an eye on the girl who was so messed up that she was jumping around and falling into anyone who was dumb enough to get too close to her. If she would have stood still for two seconds, I might have asked her where she got whatever she was on, because she seemed to be having a lot of fun.
On the walk home, a guy passing me held out a CD. "Hey, you wanna CD?"
"Wha?" I asked.
"Yo. I'm trying to give a free CD, yo. You want it?"
"Oh, sure. I'll take it. Thanks."
"I was just about ready to take it from him, if you didn't, " my friend K. said. So, I'm a little slow on the draw. So what?
If I ever go out again, I'll try to be more aware. I don't want to be quite such a sucker or pass up any more free music.