Smartassery

Incubus: So are you doing anything special this weekend?

Beatrix Kiddo: Uh, not really

*Note to executive assistants everywhere – This question is solely intended to find out how much fun you’ll be having this weekend, so he can royally fuck it up for you. Example: if you tell him you are running a marathon on Sunday, I’ll bet you the nuts I don’t have that he will call you in the middle of it so you can tell him what color tie to wear to the Monday meeting. Always, always, always, say ‘not doing anything special.’

I: (Shit eating grin)

BK:  Err, do you want me to ask you something?

I: No. Well, it’s just that…oh just ask me what I’ll be doing

BK: (Aw, despite my complete lack of interest?) OK. Incubus, what are you doing this weekend?

I: I’m going to a rave!

BK: A rave RAVE?! (at your age?!) I’m impressed. Where at?

I: It’s at a friend’s posh loft in the city, starts at 8pm and it ends at 1am. About 30 VCs…

BK: Incubus, that’s more like a get together (of the Very Clueless). Raves include hundreds of people, last days, and usually take place in remote locations like the woods or big commercial warehouse. You’re going to a party dear 

I: Nah huh. We have a DJ and all the other stuff that raves have

BK: Ooooh, like the pacifiers, the glowsticks, ecstasy and GHB?

I: Are those music bands?

BK: (Shit eating grin)

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