This has been a fantastic weekend, and it is only Saturday.
It’s funny, It has been so long since I’ve gone out and had a good night that I feel actually compelled to write about the weekend I have had so far, ignoring the fact that it is a) not nearly over yet and b) I’m pretty buzzed at the moment and would rather be laying down or sitting on the couch (though I still seem to be able to type pretty well and I haven’t called the ex yet…).
Yesterday the ex and I met after work for some coffee and it ended up that we went to Chili’s with a whole bunch of people I haven’t seen in ages. It was an absolute blast and I had a fantastic time, probably better than a lot of the times I recall from recent history with the ex and I. Great food, wonderful company and just sitting around and laughing. It was a perfect night. Driving back to my car we sang along with the Avenue Q soundtrack, which is something I usually only do when I’m really comfortable with someone or drunk off my ass. It was an absolutely perfect night.
Saturday dawned and the general chores of the weekend settled in and the ex called me up for coffee. So I went, and for what it’s worth it made me smile to spend even 10 minutes with her. I have been so spoiled living with her that now not getting to see her every day is still hard. So any excuse I have to spend time with her is fantastic. But this is where it gets good and of course this will show you how the story ends with me being nicely lit.
One of my co-workers plays guitar in a band called Household Pest here in Rochester, NY. They played out at a pub about 2 miles up the road from me called J. B. Quimby’s Public House so I met up with a bunch of work people there. Beers and shots were had and it was a good old time. So good in fact that I had to have the roommate come get me.
A good time was had by all, they were rocking out pretty hard and even though I’m not the biggest classic rock fan I was bouncing along with the tunes.
I am not so inebriated however that I’ve stared drunk dialing the ex. Though that would be pretty funny to have to hear about tomorrow.
Oh well, there are more weekends and plenty of opportunity for that!
P.S. Matt, your car is in the J. B. Quimby’s parking lot. Don’t freak in the morning when it’s not in your parking spot. Love Matt!
P.P.S. Next time you go out, maybe you should eat something, that day…. you damned cheap date you!
Tags: love, lust, gluttony
So proud of you. Cheers to a good weekend!