Being the party girl that I am now, I went out Friday night with my son. The wubby and his girlfriend were here and they are early risers. I mean like they get up at some ungodly hour in the night morning. This means they go to bed at some ungodly hour in the evening at night. I’m talking 9:00PM. My night is just beginning then. Yes, you two, I’m talking about you!!! Ha! Ha!
Actually I love having Leslie over. She is the best. But her and the wubby do get up with the birds and then go bird watching and evidently the best time to do that is freakin’ early.
Leslie! This is probably very early in the morning. I am probably soundly sleeping. She and the wubby are on the hunt for some elusive bird. They sure do have a good time doing this. I give them both kudos for going out and doing what they love.
Anyway, Damon and I are respectful and we were being quiet so as not to wake them but by 11:00PM we were tired of being quiet so we left the house with the police scanner to see what was happening in town. We drove by the local bar, Grumpy’s Pub (they call it the last dive in town), and decided to stop in. This is where the old sign from my store is hung up over the pool table.
Damon met up with a friend who was with a young couple. The girl and I ended up talking the rest of the time. She was a really sweet girl. Damon played pool and some old man asked ME to dance.
I didn’t bring my cane in because I wanted to look cool and not like an old lady. Now I say some old man, he probably was my age, but everyone my age looks so old. What’s that all about??? I’m so young in my head. Now I’m thinking as he’s standing there, should I be dancing without my cane? Could this possibly be a good idea? I’m not wearing a $1400 ass bag. Also, I have been drinking. Now let’s look at my history. I’ve already broken my ass once. I’m wobbly when I’m sober. This could be a bad idea.
But I’m looking good so I figure WTF and I said yes to him. So there we are. I’m trying to dance without my cane and two drinks in me and not fall over. Then he starts like twirling me around. Like doing the jitterbug or something.
OK, this wasn’t exactly what it looked like but it was close. OK, I exaggerate. It looked nothing like this.
Holy Shit!! It’s amazing but I didn’t fall. After the dance we parted ways. I said thanks and went over to Damon to save me from further ass problems. I didn’t want to push my luck with the dancing thing.
The unfortunate thing is I forgot my camera. I would have had Damon make a video.
Then we left and went to yet another pub. This was The Courtyard, owned and operated by former Boston Bruin, Jay Miller.
The Courtyard, but picture it at night.
Damon of course, met up with another couple of friends. I ended up talking to one of the band members of the band I saw at this bar a couple of weeks ago when I got my lap dance.
We stayed until the bar closed. Oh, don’t worry, Damon doesn’t drink and he drove. I came home and didn’t even set my alarm for weight watchers.
So that is why I didn’t go to weight watchers. Lame excuse, I know. But I sure had fun.