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: 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!
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!