Friday, May 11, 2007
A night at The George
Amberlee, the one in the middle, force of nature that one. Once when I was over talking with her and some friends, I casually noticed some guy and his girl picking up my sketchbook and leafing through it. I think I said something like "that's irritating". Amberlee yelled at them from across the bar, told them to put it the fuck down, then leaped out of her seat, stormed over and ripped it out of their hands.
Little awkward that I had to go sit back down next to them. But still. a joy to watch.
Jen, on the end, had just spotted her ex boyfriend in the bar. "The Australian" she called him. Also "Tiny Penis". Most times, the significant other, when no longer significant, knows that the George belongs to first dibs. So showing up like that, he was looking for drama.
Enter Amberlee. Drama would leave a bruise.
Mike, on the other end. He was just sort of. always there. Every conversation, every picture. Kinda weird. But that's the George on a Saturday night.
