Before Ben Folds covered Dr. Dre’s “Bitches Ain’t Shit,” he invited Rufus Wainwright on the stage and together they did a poignant rendition of George Michael’s “Careless Whisper.” It was touching indeed.
What was more touching, however, was the drunk girl behind me who kept staggering into me and then apologizing. At one point the back of my knee received a swift, hard kick. “Uh, sorry.” Now one of three possibilities must be true: either she wanted to kick me, she was wasted off her skinny ass, or she was back there doing some Elaine Benes shit.
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