What the &%$#! was THAT?

I had my premonitions about it but I thought of it as a social experiment. My coworker had asked me to come over and watch "Twilight" and have dinner. In attendance were a friend and the friend's niece, a 16 year old.
I get there and it's a typical apartment complex, low rent but well kept grounds. I walk into her apartment and she introduces me to her friend and the niece. The friend has been partially paralyzed by some kind of virus that attacked the nerves in her leg or something of that nature.Friend is lesbot: perfect spikey tinted hair with gel in it, shorts and flip flops with horrendous toenails, EW!She says she won't get a pedicure because she 'jerks' her legs and the pedicurist thinks they are hurting her. So she has some very frightening toenails.If I had those toenails I would so seriously wear socks. Friend and niece spent the entire time talking about whatever pops into their mind. The niece was on her cell phone texting the entire time. It was rude, it was boring, and it was typical.The entire conversation revolved around the teenager. I expect that from a teenager, but the adults fed into it: and why invite me to have dinner with these people?
There was a loveseat and a bean bag near the tv and a lounge chair near the kitchen. I sat in the lounge chair, it being my only option unless I wanted to sit on the floor. So it was sit on the floor or sit where I was not in the line of fire for direct conversation. My coworker kept saying "Feel free to jump in any time" meaning 'please engage in conversation' but what was I to say? They were talking about mascara and pedicures and coworker made a joke: "So Maria, do you have a hard time putting on mascara?" and I said "I don't wear makeup, duh" and she said, "I KNOW, it was a JOKE but I guess not a funny one."
I ask "What's the plan?" and get told 'There is no plan'... eventually we go over to her brother's apartment across the street (He's the cook at work that I am close to) and I get to see his five kids cleaning his golf clubs and his 'wife' in the kitchen doing who knows what. He is playing with his golf clubs, his pride and joy... he's cooked steaks for us on his charcoal grill because earlier in the day at work he'd put the fear of God into me about coworker's cooking.
We take the steaks back over and eat: the steaks are cold, and well done. The mashed potatos have cream cheese in them, and the Broccoli Cheddar is made with Velveeta.
It was tasty, and I ate it all, plus 2 snickers minis. Then I sat expecting to watch "Twilight" but when she puts in the dvd no one stops talking.
I expected that we'd sit and watch a movie like most people I know do: big mistake.
No one stopped talking for one second. And she was using a tiny little monitor to watch it on... and she had the air conditioner on. I said I was freezing so she shut it off...it was about sixty-five or so outside and fixing to rain...
Coworker said something about hating Winnie The Pooh because it was so overrated and everyone loved it.
so when she was asking me if I liked football I said "No, it's way over rated."
And she said "I'm sorry you feel that way, I LOVE football."
she totally missed the jab.
It was HELL and I left before the sun went down, having gotten at least a glance at TWILIGHT I think I might actually watch it if only for the photography.
*whew*
Those are so totally NOT my kind of peeps but I'm glad I went, I feel very brave. When she smoked inside the tiny tiny apartment I was very disturbed but held my tongue... as I held my tongue while they were explaining cock rings to the 16 or 17 year old.
UGH. I think I should have her come over here and have a REAL dinner and watch a REAL movie. Yeah, I think I will make her watch Tank Girl and fix her Chicken Au Citron ...and introduce her to the "Tao of Pooh" .lol.
I imagine she would be just as bored as I was.