Vertigo (pt. 2)
This is part two to this. (I don’t think anyone cared about part 1, but it gets better in this part).
Okay, once at The Disney Hall, we are shown to our seats, which are in the first row of the balcony. A balcony with a very, very short wall. As soon as the show started, it felt like I was suspended in mid-air. I got dizzy.
“Do you have vertigo?”
“Yeah, apparently. I didn’t know it until this minute,” I said.
Other than that, she didn’t really seem to care I was getting ill. So for the next 45 minutes, I sat with my head craned away from the action below, my jaw clenched tight and my hands gripping the arms of my seat. I was totally blowing my cool, but we were just buddies, so no big deal.
At the intermission, she says she wants to stay in her seat. I was in a small panic and said (getting up), “I’m going to sit in the lobby. For the rest of the show. I don’t feel well.”
So for the next 45 – 50 minutes, I sat in the lobby.
She came out, found me standing right there in the lobby and I drove her home. It wasn’t that big of a deal. She didn’t seem upset in the car ride back and seemed to have rolled with my vertigo / illness.
BUT what I didn’t realize at the time is that girl was a PRICKLY.
Because when I ran into her at a mutual friend’s events, she acted like, well, I had assaulted her. So got real weird and wouldn’t even say ‘hi’ to me and would literally avoid me. This went on for months.
I later realized that she was AGHAST! That I left her alone for 45 minutes at an event we went to as buddies! AGHAST! How dare I get sick! How dare I be human! Girls like this act like you’ve ruined their night if things don’t go the way THEY IMAGINED IT. (BTW, Prickly Girls always want KIDS RIGHT NOW and I can’t really see it — they way they act and expect others to act, is, well, the complete opposite is what happens with kids.)
Anyway, I know this because two buddies of mine filmed a show she was producing and at some point, she was saying to them she couldn’t find a date / boyfriend and then they said “We got the perfect guy — Jewish, East Coast, owns his own business, funny” “Who?” And then they mentioned my name and she went…
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
And then proceeded to tell her victim “version” of what happened — I got weird (not sick) and ran out midway through the performance and didn’t tell her where I was going and she didn’t know how she was going to get home” (Whhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttt?)
My buddies actually questioned her version of it, saying “That doesn’t sound like Dave…”
Anyway, I heard she is preparing to have IVF and a baby by herself (which another Prickly I know did).