Did I tell you I almost got into a fight?

Ok, maybe I should rephrase: I almost got my ass kicked. It's true, and it would have been a sad sad site to see a pregnant lady get beat up by a teen pregnancy chola. No offense...

It was a few Fridays ago, and we were meeting the vball girls for drinks and dinner at Trudy's North Star. The parking there is outta control and just when I thought I saw a space opening up, the car sat there for like 10 minutes not moving. After circuling a few times, I spotted a empty space - finally! Sike: it was only empty of a car, and in its stead was agirl who's face read "don't fuck with me."

I pulled up and she was not budging - obviously claiming the prized space for her friend. I politely told her... ok, maybe I had an attitude, but I basically said she couldn't hold the space. Her reply: "I'm not moving" with her head rolling this way and that way. This lasted for probably 3 minutes - the same thing over and over again. You can't hold it, I'm not moving. Finally, I rolled my eyes and said, "Look dude, don't be a bitch." I know, I know, I didn't have to go there. And honestly, if I had a choice in the matter, I probably wouldn't have. But it was something else inside of me talking! The minute she replied "Bitch, Fuck You!", my blood started to boil, heart beating faster, arm pits getting sweaty. Yikes! What was I thinking talking shit to this person! Maybe I had feigned courage because I could see Dax and Courtney waiting for me in front of Trudy's in plain view. They for SURE had to see what was going on and would get my back, right?!

Finally, the chola's 300lb and matching in red polo friend came up, asked what was going on. My only reply was something to the effect of, "Just deal with her." He took her by the arm and finally got out of my effing way so I could park. Instead of victory, I was scared shitless. I think I was going into shock or something! I could feel the tears building up inside of me and had to take several deep breaths before getting out of the car.

As I walked toward the restaurant, I realized Dax and Courtney had no idea what happend and not had my back afterall. When I told them the story they were completely surprised and didn't even see me parking 50 feet in front of them. Dax even said something to the effect of, "This is going to be awkward now, especially if we sit near them."

THANKS DAX .... 20 fucking minutes later, our tables are set back to back in a crunched corner of the restaurant. Meanwhile, chola and I are avoiding eye contact, either too embarrassed, or in my situation, scared, to recognize the irony of the situation.

Fucking Karma...

Ouchie

I hate hate hate prenatal vitamins! They make me feel sick and they're to hard to swallow.

Did our grandparents and parents take these??  If not, I am seriously considering not to.