Wish I could post some juicy details of a great date last night, but for the second straight Friday, McScotty (that is 'dream guys' new name), cancelled. Oh yes he did.
Never fear though...I managed to have an amazing night that involved jumper cables, a Sister Christian serenade, and to top if all off: a 65 year old man in a leisure suit sitting on my lap singing Neil Diamond.
I am completely bummed about the cancelled date. Bummed and pissed. Not that his excuse wasn't completely believable, but I am starting to get a tad skepital of this guy. I guess time will only tell.
Of course, I couldn't let a no-curfew babysitter go to waste (sleepover at Grammy's last night!) so I had to make the most of the evening. Thank god for good friends and good bourbon. My night started a little rocky...a little 'hitch' my giddy-up so to speak. I went out to leave and my car battery was dead. Nice...are freaking kidding me? Luckily this only set me back about a half an hour...Curtis and Kevin to the rescue.
After a quick stop to play a game of poker with friends and get my drink on (52oz of Captain and Coke did the trick), I was off to meet friends downtown. I had never been to the place we were meeting and little did I know I would be right next door to Temptations...Totally Nude. Let me just say walking through the alley to get to the front door of the bar was a tad scary. I got followed by a man that looked like a cross between Ozzy Ozborne and some other 80's rocker. Nice.
At first glance this place didn't look like much fun. Most of the clientele looked like they had been dropped off by the shuttle from the retirement village. Little did I know the 65 year old leisuire suit guy would soon be taking over the mic and we were in for a little Neil, Frank and oh, Garth Brooks (WTH?). Slowly but surely, the old people left (well most of them, I'll get to that in a minute) and it was looking more and more promising.
Which brings to me the most interesting part of the evening that leaves my a little (okay, A LOT) weirded out. These 2 girls (about my age) were sitting near us and had obviously been hitting the bottle all night. One of their Dad's appears to join them for a night out. Not so weird yet. Then they started dancing, err I mean grinding, with strange men while Daddy looked on sippin his gin and juice. Starting to get a little more strange but whatever. About an hour later one the said girls leans over to me and says, "Go flirt with my Dad. I'll buy you a drink....I'll buy you whatever. He just wants to get laid tonight". Okay, this is pretty much where I draw the line. So wrong in so many ways. Luckily the bar filling up and it become easier and easier just to ignore them and there dysfunctional selves.
I continue to have a grand time with my friends and decide it's time to venture to the ladies room. I open the door and what to my eyes should appear? No, not that bad. The 'girl' was sitting on the floor crying. I couldn't ignore her (the bathroom surely wasn't big enough for me just to pretend I didn't see her). I, being the nice (and somewhat hammered) person I am, ask "what's the matter". Oh dear god. She starts going on and on about how much she loves her dad but hates the fact he just wants to screw all her friends all the time and it's really hard on her and blah blah blah blah...get me the hell outta here. I managed to back away from her and get out the door without incident. And thank god, I didn't see her (or her Dad) again.
All in all, it ended up being a great night after a crappy start. Again, thank god for good friends and good bourbon. :)
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