Your friend sounds like a fucking idiot
“Do you want to go to Brassaii?”
“It’s closed because they’re having a private party.”
“Well, why can’t we go there?”
“Because they’re having a private party. It’s closed to the public.”
“You know people there, why can’t you ask?”
“I know people who were working there last year, but they’re not doing any parties at Brassaii this year. They’re at the Burroughs.”
“Ok, so let’s go to the Burroughs.”
“We can’t go there, because they’re having private parties, like at Brassaii.”
“But, you know the people who are doing the parties.”
“It doesn’t matter. They’re. Private. Parties.”
“Fine. Wanna go to Spice Route? Do you know anyone at Spice Route?”
“Ok, so let’s go to Brassaii.”
And the conversation starts, again. It's like one of those "Who's on first" kind of talks that sounds comedic in theory, but is dreadful in its execution. Thankfully, she got the hint that I couldn't buy dinner without money and needed to go home to get a) my wallet, or b) something to eat. We ended up parting ways while she tried to get into Brassaii.
The next day I’m hanging out with my friend J and tell her the story.
“Your friend sounds like a fucking idiot,” says my friend J.
“Well...” I can’t answer.
I don’t think my friend is stupid, but I do think she has 100 things going on in her mind that she can’t focus on anything else. It’s like a retarded ADD. She's seriously slow on the uptake. But, does it matter? I’d rather have an idiot for a friend who’s a nice person to be around than a brilliant mind who’s a total asshole.