I planned on taking the whole day off yesterday. A Saturday off, sleep in, bday party, beer, chase women, liquor is basically what I was thinking I was going to do. Here is how it actually went.
Friday night I take off and me and a couple of the guys head out. We decide to go to an area of Charlotte where we shouldn't run into too many people we know. We start drinking and bar hopping. That beer turns into liquor, turns into shots and the stupid shit has begun. What do you know there is a hot bartender! Lets hit on her for a minute and see if we make any progress. No progress, lets get the hell out of here and check out some spots we know. So we relocate my ass is exhausted one of my buddies is asleep in the car already. I have had enough time to cab it home and sleep.
Saturday is here! I get to sleep in for once but do I? Hells no, I am up at 745 thinking about work and about maybe showing up. Instead I watch tv for an hour or two and get moving. Shower and make a phone call. Next stop brunch. We decide that we don't want breakfast so we start drinking while we wait for lunch. Great 1030 and I am drinking. Female bartenders (why do I always date, and hit on bartenders) serving me beer, time to hit on them. One tells us that she wants to have sex with another girl just one time and the other rejects me with a smile on her face. I assure them both that I will be back.
Ok, I am now six beers deep and decide to stop at my usual watering hole. As we pull in I see a familar car and pretend like it bothers me. I know, my friends know, everyone knows that it is bullshit. It actually puts a smile on my face. Grab one of my usual seats and start my usual talk of non sense. She knows more about me than anyone walking this earth. Why the fuck did I let me guard down?! She may read this and think I crazy, maybe I am? But then again maybe everyone else is. I am determined not to make an ass out of myself, where the hell are the shots?! I'm buzzed now and my buddy leaves I stay and continue to get after it.
I start thinking how the hell am I going to get to the bday party? Shit, I start making calls and no ride, give me another shot. Damn, the red light on my phone is going off and it is a text about work. Get my tab, call a cab and I'm out the door. Back to work I'm going to miss the party. I am bad family member and uncle, I chase money before anything. I use it as a fucking excuse because I don't know how to stop. I will die trying to get rich, I don't lose, I don't ever give up.
Got everything done at work, and I am back out the door. Next bar, more shots and then to a concert. I leave the concert and head back to my usual bar and start bullshiting with another girl.
ALARM goes off! How the hell did I get home? I am by myself and I realize that this is how I am going to be until I die. I came to peace with it a long time ago. Check my phone and there is a new number and some random late nigh text. Enough of this for now, back to work so I can a dollar!
...Life has no-rewind button Jamie....Love you....
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