So my newfound single freedom has forced me back into the bar scene. I swear I'm getting too old for this but thankfully there are some entertaining people that keep me at it. Besides, I'm not going to meet anyone - especially a husband - if I stay home every night am I?
So NYE 2009 ... I thought I would be miserable. How annoying ... I was single and all of my friends were hanging out with their boyfriends/fiances/husbands/families and I was all alone. Not to worry though - my sister and her husband rescued me and invited me to dinner and a couples party they were having. I didn't care - I refused to stay home.alone.on new years eve 2009.
So we partied at their house for awhile when we decided to get out and go to a bar (thank goodness - I needed some entertainment!) It was fun and pretty low key... around 1130 we meet these 2 guys. They're nice enough to talk to me and one of them whom my sister and I have nicknamed "Brett the Blowfish" because he was tall; yes... but a little on the puffy side. And I don't mean fat when I say puffy... I mean puffy. Red and puffy like a crab rangoon shell. I think he must have been drinking since noon that day or something.
So Brett the Blowfish and I continue talking and as the night progresses he asks if I want to hang out/post party at their house. I politely declined and said - you don't even remember my name I bet... why would I come over? I was right - he had no idea what my name was. And before that - the best part... he answered my other question (why would I come over/what would we do?) matter of factly and said...
"Well if you come over we will listen to 80's music and drink beer."
Wow... how romantic. Needless to say I did not go to after hours party at their house and hopefully I never run into "Brett the Blowfish" anytime again soon.
1 comment:
i'm sorry but if a man came up to me and offered up 80s music and beer drinking, i would be so fast in his car you couldn't even get out a "like a prayer" reference.
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