(Photo stolen from grasshopper25 on Flickr)
Yes, you read that right: Nick Asshat showed up. On my first illicit date with his best friend, just after I ended our entanglement for his cheating on me.
There we were, at a little table in Panama's, when who should walk past the window but Nick Asshat. Chas and I shot each other a glance, but we were trapped. Trapped! There's NO escape from an Asshat on the town.
Nick saw us and did what any Asshat in his position could be counted on to do:
he joined us at our little table in Panama's.
And, so you get the full effect of this moment, I need to give you some idea of what Nick looks like.
Pretty much like this, minus the suit. And he's drunk.
(Photo stolen from these guys)
My apologies to Steve Carell and the suit for any unwanted associations.
ANYWAY, Nick did join us at our table. He was either blithely indifferent to the awkwardness of the situation (i.e. clueless), or he was taking the high road, extending the olive branch, if you will, burying the hatchet and mending fences.*
Or, just drunk. Lay your bets please!
There was some stilted, idle chatter, and then Nick Asshat moved on. And so did we, very quickly thereafter.
It was very important to me that Chas understand that this was not a revenge date, or that I had something to prove. He was being cautious, but I think he believed me when I said that I had been interested in him weeks before, and that I was trying to end my Asshat association. I was also quite concerned about his friendship with Nick. "After all," I said, "A date is not worth throwing away a best friend."
"Best friend?" he asked, taken aback. "Nick isn't my best friend."
I didn't know quite what to say. "But he told me you were his best friend," I said slowly.
"Well, I may be HIS best friend, but he isn't MINE," he said. "I've known him too long and too well for that. I golf with him."
You know what that meant, right?
SMOOTH SAILING, WOO-HOO!
And it was, and it is, and it has been now for over thirteen years. Except when Nick calls for Chas and I mistake his caller ID for Gubby's number, and accidentally answer the phone. Crap.
*So, so, so sorry for the pureed metaphors.