what'sup buddy?

yeah. one of weirdest encounters tonight. i was out picking up my pizza, walking out of papa john's full of the excitement that i'm exploding with when i know i'm about to crush some papa john's. out of nowhere, a 5'1" extremely drunken woman walks up to me and say's, "you got some money?" as we walk past each other.
so i respond, "nah. i left all my change at home..."
she looks back and says, "oh. nah. i said, 'what'sup, buddy'."
i think to myself, "sure. and i'm the pope's illegitimate sun." although, there's no proof to the contrary, but that's another matter altogether.
then, as i'm walking off, she cries out, "hey, hey! wait a minute," as she's holding her hand out for dap, i turn around, and we approach each other. dap. then she looks down at my arms (exposed because of my wearing the wife-beat). "damn. you play football. don't you?" (rhetorical question).
as i'm responding with a negative, she leans in a lays her head on my chest... ?!?

what i discovered on my last trip to chicago

1. one doesn't necessarily get kicked out of a bar/club for only trying to go to sleep

2. storing one's jacket with those of strangers is not a good idea (i.e. use the ever-loving coat check)

3. asking a girl to be one's next baby's momma actually works as a pickup line, as long as one doesn't actually utter the phrase "baby's momma"

4. married women do things when they're out that would probably lead me to choking my wife. that is if i had a wife, and if i discovered said wife did what some of the married women did, whom i met in chicago

5. chapel hill is not quite as diverse as i would like it to be