Monday I decided to drink martinis, so I bought a 1.5 liter of my favorite gin and started mixing. I drank two martinis, then a bottle of wine with dinner (Mexican style braised beef with Spanish rice and an avocado--delicious!), then after dinner I switched to gin and tonics and had about three. During this time I posted something on Facebook about being awesome. Then I smoked my vaporizer for a while and either watched TV and or listened to the radio--not sure which--until I was ready for bed.
Tuesday, I didn't drink a thing. (I'm trying to lose fifty pounds over the next two years because I will be so fucking hot if I do, and I'm going in for major surgery in about two years and I think I'd be more comfortable with that if I was a little healthier. So, part of that plan is limiting myself to four drinks a night, with one night to drink as much as I want and one night not to drink a thing.) I started a painting, and spent most of the day running errands.
Yesterday, I continued my painting, and then went in for a very slow night at work.
So basically three days with very little socialization outside of Facebook, three relatively quiet days. Oh, and I've been listening to Kind of Blue by Miles Davis in my car all week and taking long walks with my dog. It's been been a quiet introspective type of week for me.
Anyway, we closed the bar last night around mid-night and I gave my co-worker a ride downtown to McCormick's where her husband works and stayed for a couple beers.
I'm not going to describe McCormick's. I feel like most of my readers are already familiar with it. The bar was basically filled, some movie I feel like I should have recognized (maybe Full Metal Jacket?) was playing on mute on the television, and punk rock was playing over the sound system--a bit of a jolt after a week of Miles Davis, but on the ride over I'd been listening to The Cult so not much. Two seats were open at the end of the bar next to some guy who recognized me, told me we'd had several conversations. I have no doubt that we have but I didn't really recognize him.
People think I'm lying when I say that all guys look to same to me--I'm not. I feel kind of bad that I didn't recognize him. I'm really going to try next time.
I sat down on the corner bar stool next to a very drunk Mexican guy, making inappropriate passes at several of the men in the bar, and trying to sing opera--loudly, and very badly. Oh, did I mention he claimed to be an "angel?"
I was apparently sitting very very tensely on my bar stool, because my co-worker noticed and asked if I was okay. If I had fur it probably would have been standing on end, but as it was the angel didn't notice. He turns towards me, my co-worker, and the guy I feel very bad about not recognizing and says "Hello girls and boys."
Oh dear god, no.
I kinda grit my teeth while he engages the other two in conversation. I'm grateful that he never really tried to talk to me, though I gotta say a part of me was thinking "I wish you would try to talk to me."
"I'm an angel." He tells us again, before singing opera, and getting yelled at by the bartender. "Have you ever met an angel before?"
"No,"
On a side not I actually have--and Lucifer, but that's another story--It was New Year's Eve 2007 and I was walking to Carytown after pregaming with a twelve pack. There's this really tall guy I worked with one summer when I did temp labor who had just finished a thirty-five year stay in prison. Anyway, he's one guy I do always recognize. I ran into him a couple blocks before the Byrd. He gave me a big hug and told me he was an angel of the lord, and that everything I wanted in life would be mine
So I excuse myself to use the restroom. When I come back my co-worker and I exchange seats to give me a little more buffer room. The angel becomes pre-occupied with the guy I didn't recognize playing with his hands or something and takes him into the lady's restroom. I'm pretty sure nothing happened, except maybe some nice explaining that both parties weren't interested.
After two beers, it was getting late, and I was getting hungry. My co-worker offered to buy me a hot dog, but I'm trying to lose weight. So I drove home and I ate leftovers.
Anyway, we closed the bar last night around mid-night and I gave my co-worker a ride downtown to McCormick's where her husband works and stayed for a couple beers.
I'm not going to describe McCormick's. I feel like most of my readers are already familiar with it. The bar was basically filled, some movie I feel like I should have recognized (maybe Full Metal Jacket?) was playing on mute on the television, and punk rock was playing over the sound system--a bit of a jolt after a week of Miles Davis, but on the ride over I'd been listening to The Cult so not much. Two seats were open at the end of the bar next to some guy who recognized me, told me we'd had several conversations. I have no doubt that we have but I didn't really recognize him.
People think I'm lying when I say that all guys look to same to me--I'm not. I feel kind of bad that I didn't recognize him. I'm really going to try next time.
I sat down on the corner bar stool next to a very drunk Mexican guy, making inappropriate passes at several of the men in the bar, and trying to sing opera--loudly, and very badly. Oh, did I mention he claimed to be an "angel?"
I was apparently sitting very very tensely on my bar stool, because my co-worker noticed and asked if I was okay. If I had fur it probably would have been standing on end, but as it was the angel didn't notice. He turns towards me, my co-worker, and the guy I feel very bad about not recognizing and says "Hello girls and boys."
Oh dear god, no.
I kinda grit my teeth while he engages the other two in conversation. I'm grateful that he never really tried to talk to me, though I gotta say a part of me was thinking "I wish you would try to talk to me."
"I'm an angel." He tells us again, before singing opera, and getting yelled at by the bartender. "Have you ever met an angel before?"
"No,"
On a side not I actually have--and Lucifer, but that's another story--It was New Year's Eve 2007 and I was walking to Carytown after pregaming with a twelve pack. There's this really tall guy I worked with one summer when I did temp labor who had just finished a thirty-five year stay in prison. Anyway, he's one guy I do always recognize. I ran into him a couple blocks before the Byrd. He gave me a big hug and told me he was an angel of the lord, and that everything I wanted in life would be mine
So I excuse myself to use the restroom. When I come back my co-worker and I exchange seats to give me a little more buffer room. The angel becomes pre-occupied with the guy I didn't recognize playing with his hands or something and takes him into the lady's restroom. I'm pretty sure nothing happened, except maybe some nice explaining that both parties weren't interested.
After two beers, it was getting late, and I was getting hungry. My co-worker offered to buy me a hot dog, but I'm trying to lose weight. So I drove home and I ate leftovers.
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