Last night I went to the local watering hole, got to see a ton of people and drink a couple beers. Everything was going fine, I was having fun, but then on a dime I just felt like leaving. It's this deja vu thing that happens when I do the same thing over and over again. Every conversation appears like one I've had before. All the people will be there the next time I go back to the bar, whether I take a break for 1 week or 3 months. And it's just fucking boring. I need some excitement.
Of course, when I decide to roll out and end my evening something exciting does happen. Apparently Joolie was poking fun at some guy who was getting a beer and he made some nasty remarks about her appearance. Eric, being the good boyfriend, tells the guy to apologize and the dude just cold cocks him. Next thing you know, bar brawl ensues, the bar shuts down 90 minutes early and the instigators, 4 in total, all crawl home bloodied and battered.
And I missed the whole thing. As usual. Not that I would have wanted to be involved in the fight, it's just that anytime a fight does break out at the bar I never seem to be there. When I am there, it's lame. So now I'm convinced it's me. I'm lame and I bring the whole bar down when I'm there.
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