Be Nice to Cholito Part Deux

I don't know about this be nice to Cholito idea..So, last week I my friends and I decided to order pizza for dinner and we met up at Katie's apartment. Cholito wanted to ride with Rachna, Hazel, & me. I was driving, so I told him, "Yeah sure, you can ride with us." Yikes! I was at the brink of not being nice anymore by the end of the night. I think it was because I already saw him earlier this week. And, I can only handle a Cholito dose once a week.

Anyways, we were driving there and I had Wicked playing. And, he's like, "This musical isn't so good." Big mistake. I'm like, "Why?!" At the same time thinking...really? Who made you the guru of musicals? Do you even know how to read music?! Do you play any musical instruments?! Have you ever seen musicals before???! He's like, "Just listen to the drums..it doesn't go." I'm thinking, man you're trying so hard to be a music expert. The drums totally go. It's an upbeat song. They're keeping the tempo. Duh. They need the drums there. And then he says, "And the people aren't singing well." As if!!!! Then I said, "They're totally in tune!" Stupid boy doesn't know what that means. Like he could sing. Then I just smiled 'cause I'm trying sooo hard to be nice to Cholito.

During the pizza dinner, I totally had a Cholito break and just talked to other people. But, then I had to take him home too. *sigh* That's what happens when you drive. So, Cholito asked if he could look around my car. (He's sitting in the passenger seat at this time 'cause he called shotgun and rather have the girls sit at the back). I said, "Yeah go ahead." By the time he almost finished looking around the car and opening every compartment there is, it was time to drop him off. I thought, thank God! Please go. But, then he was having this conversation with Rachna about what her family nickname was. We had this conversation at dinner and he missed it or forgot it, so he wants to know. And, Rachna obviously doesn't wanna tell him. I'm thinking she doesn't wanna tell you! Leave her alone. And just go. Then he starts opening and closing that compartment between the seats compulsively. Open, close, open, close. Then I say, "Oh my god! You're ruining my car! It's new. Stop it. Stop it!" To which I added, "Jon-jon," (who is my old blind dog's name & Cholito's family nickname), "you're like my dog. I have to tell him to stop it." Then Rachna, to free Hazel and me from our misery, told Cholito her nickname. It was then that Cholito finally got off the car. But, he just had to hover over the window and make a pouty face. Totally not cute. I just drove away as fast as I can. This be nice to Cholito is harder than I thought.