This is freaky. On Friday, i went to the optometrist to get some new contacts and actually paid extra for the extended wear since i so rarely take them out and now i can't see! i need to call the Dr back and tell her so i can re-do the whole mess and find out where we goofed since i'm a little scared of driving now. It looked good for the first hour but now my sight is worse than with the old contacts that were no longer good on distance. Simply put, i had trouble seeing the clock on the wall without squinting, now i have trouble seeing my computer monitor.
i stopped by the ritzy little bakery-cafe Mary works at since it was across the street from the Optometrist�s office and had lunch with her and some of her very interesting co-workers and that was good. Then i took laundry over to Mom's to make sure i had clothes to out in this weekend. All of this after stopping at work and confusing my co-workers as to whether i worked or not that day.
Since Mom is on some really great drugs, she can't drive, (but neither does she feel excruciating pain from having a broken jaw) so i took her up to the store to buy more liquid food and was therefore late getting to Christine's for my bi-monthly torture ~ i mean, ummm . . . 'night out' . . . really i do.
She found a new bar. He guy told her it was a pretty well mixed crowd and pretty fun. Yeah, that's why we were in there listening to Tejano. And old funk. Like, "Do the Bump". Or not, as you like. i had almost convinced her to bail with me when i asked for some more modern music and got country when two guys came in a sat by us. One guy was really drunk and the other was really cute in that redheaded freckled, burly, green-eyed, sexy sort of way. They start talking to us and since we were seated on the corner and they were on the other side of that corner, i missed a lot of the stuff that the drunk friendly guy was saying to Christine, but i didn't miss the way his friend was staring at me. i simply ignored it.
Now, pause and i'll explain something. i was not dressed up. i was in baggy jeans and a black t-shirt. No make up. My hair was in dogtails. i did NOT flirt. i was just being me in a distant yet friendly manner.
So, we are now a semi-captive audience as we had no doubt that friendly drunk guy (let's call him Jerry as it seems that may have been his name) would get Sean to follow us if we moved. And we sat there and drank with them and discussed how Sean broke his leg and learned that they ride dirt bikes for fun and say they are both single. Sean likes country music like me but Jerry and Christine hate it with a passion. We all prefer some guitar and not the accordion. All this was nice and pretty cool.
Then somehow the conversation turned to B&D. i SWEAR it was NOT ME! Sean is apparently looking for a girl to tie him up and beat him. He was NOT joking. Within five minutes of this subject being touched upon, he hobbled his lovely ass around the bar to sit by me. After five minutes of his personal conversation with me and me declining due to a few rules i have for myself and explaining politely that though the offer was tempting and very lovely, it would not happen, i think i chewed through at least 5 layers of my inner lip.
He was a bit upset when he left and then Jerry came back about 15 minutes later to try to wheedle me into following him to their house anyways. (She always puts requests to go somewhere off on me since i'm the driver) Damn, he was drunk and he kept touching. My hair and back and an arm around me and standing all pressed against my side . . . i kept having to squirm away from him an finally he left.
Meanwhile, Christine had two Hispanic guys competing for her. She made me stay until 2 am when the bar closed. And while she was on the dance floor learning to dance to Tejano with her two knights in boots, i was still at the bar with yet another guy. This one was creepy and drunk and persistent.
Do you want the famously rich quote from Christine on how the night went? "Hey! That bar was pretty nice! No one fucks with ya and i had a lot of fun!" Delivered with a huge gin and a handful of numbers. Suuuure . . . .
She yelled at me that i should have gotten Sean's number . . . but i will stick to the sad truth ~ i refuse to pick up strange men in bars no matter how much i may want to.
"Cowboys and Angels" ~ Garth Brooks
"It's a long way to heaven
and one hell of a ride . . . "
confessed on 2001-06-10