This blog-thing almost slipped my mind. Every once in a while I thought about writing, and I have had plenty of good content, but I am not a motivated typer. The topic that convinced me to start this thing in the first place, however, has not slipped my mind. It is something I think about daily, more than six months after the fact. Finally though, it is not something that I think about with fear or anxiety, but something I think about with questions and amazement. Guess it's time I stop beating around the bush.
Mid November 2008, I went out to celebrate a friends birthday. For identification purposes I guess I'll call her Bea. Prior to meeting up with Bea I was watching Escape from New York with Ty and having a grand ol' time. This is probably a good time to explain that Ty and I had ended a 9.5ish year relationship a few months prior and had only been back together for about one month. This month had been turbulent, but things were looking up and this was the best evening we had spent together in a long time. The night was shaping up nicely.
I met Bea and one of her other friends for dinner at a local bar and grill(e). I ate a giant dinner in preparation for what was destined to be a long, alcohol driven night. Bea informed me that we would be going to the pub next door where she had planned to meet up with some of her friends from work. I knew only one of these people, and she was a close friend of mine from middle school. We'll call her Em. I was pumped to see Em since the local scene was a bit of a let down and I was not in the "party" mood that I had hoped to be in. I had a drink or two at the pub before I was told that we were moving on. I was okay with this, as the playlist of "Daughtry" and Toby Keith was sucking the life out of me.
As unimaginable as it may seem, the next bar was worse. This was a bar with a reputation. On an average night it was home to what could loosely be described as a club scene. This night it had a sub-par cover band. To make things even less fun, nearly everyone I was with was three sheets to the wind and enjoying the music. I was feigning excitement and wishing that I was less full and less sober. Luckily, Em was right there with me. She was driving and possibly even less enthused by this hole than I was. We stayed by the bar because it was slightly farther from the band. Here we bumped into two guys that visually did not fit into the crowed and offered up some good conversation. It was getting to be kind of late, considering the bars in this town closed at 1am, and Em still wanted to stop in at another establishment to check in on an old friend. These two guys were looking to head toward a different bar in the same direction and offered to escort us.
It turned out that the friend Em wanted to check up on was a little too excited to see her and his girlfriend was not pleased. Luckily the two guys were heading to a dive bar that I had always wanted to check out. This bar was only a block from Ty's house so I felt quite safe in heading over with them and waiting for Em there.
We arrived at the dive, where the guys introduced me to the bartender, whom they appeared to know quite well. They bought me a drink- bottled PBR. I found myself chatting much more with one of the guys than the other. The one I didn't talk to was tall and blonde. He had no other stand out features and was tragically uninteresting. The other guy was chatty and didn't have awful taste. The song "Use Somebody" by Kings of Leon was playing and he sympathized with me as I complained about how much I disliked it. Em arrived and interrupted a heated debate over whether or not "Fargo" was the funniest movie ever made. My vote was on yes. Em was tired and looking to leave. It was nearly 2am at this point and I didn't want to keep her while I finished my drink. She offered to drive me home, but I declined. I explained that I planned to call Ty and have him come walk me home. I don't ever remember seeing Em leave. As far as I can recall, this was the end of my night.
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