I told a girl to get lost last night. I actually said the words "Get lost" to her face. She had cut in line between me and Drew at a bar. Lines were long Saturday night because it was Gay Pride weekend in L.A. and we had spent at least twenty minutes waiting with our friends to get into this place. She begged us to let her cut and when we said no she had the nerve to push herself and about four friends in anyway. Then she apologized, which I found irritating. Which is when I told her to get lost.

Tonight Jana took me to see Porter Wagoner in concert. He was so gracious and sweet with the crowd, who adored him, and his music was so full of hard-won wisdom. We loved it. The lady across from us, however, was more concerned about the substandard table service she was getting from our waitress. She complained to her husband, she complained to us, she complained to the waitress. She was totally in the right; the food was taking 1hr+. But she fucked herself out of a really great concert.

I don't want to be like her. I don't want to let some silly, rude girl distract me from enjoying a night out with my friends. I want to choose not to be crabby. There are so many things to be annoyed with in life. I understand that it's inevitable. I guess I'm writing this to remind myself not to overindulge in the whining and complaining. Especially during these next six weeks, which will be full to the brim with stressful situations.

As a postscript... the girl I told to "get lost" didn't much appreciate the suggestion. Chris claims she vowed to "scratch" me. I know she said something about how she never forgets a face and she's going to have her boyfriend kick my ass. I kind of liked the scratch threat. That was a new one. Do people really do that? Is scratching something people threaten to do to each other in real life or is this girl just drunk and crazy?