The Existential Crisis!

Bacardi Nh7 Weekender was around the corner.

I’d promised CG that I’d get him a free ticket. (I’d just started working in a creative agency and we get free passes to whatever gig was happening in town).

CG: Dude!

Me: What?

CG: Weekender ticket?!

Me: What about it?

CG: Where’s is it? MS and co have already got theirs!

Me: That’s nice…

CG: Where’s mine!?!

Me: There are more things important in life than a music festival….

CG: Dude! Don’t do this to me! All my friends are going! And they’ll be crashing at our place! I can’t be sitting at home while they are at the festival!

Me: So get one…

CG: Dude! I’m broke!

Me: Seeesh! Drama queen! I’ll get you!

CG: Yay!

Me: It’s not like I have someone special in my life for whom I’d wing free passes.

CG: That’s right! Bros before hoes!

Me: F*** off! You ch***!

CG: There’s nothing vaginal about me! 😛

Me: Yes, there is. Your whole bloody existence is one!

CG: Errrrrrr…. #Facepalm!


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