So I spent another St. Pat's being sober. It wouldn't be so bad if drunk people weren't so depressing. I guess it's easier to take when you're drunk yourself or at least tipsy.
My sidekick was a 38 year old man who is recently divorced from a woman he was married to for thirteen years. All he wanted was a home and a family. They got divorced because when she finally told him she was having a baby, she also had to fess up that it was not his. Not that it could be because at that point they hadn't had sex in years.
We ran into a girl he knew from work and she sat next to me and told me how beautiful I was and how pretty my smile was and she bets I have no problem finding dates. She tried to set me up with the aforementioned guy. She told me how she used to have it bad for the bald guy sitting three chairs down but that he slept with her best friend and he also slept with the girl across the bar. She asked if I thought the girl was pretty. I told her she was alright but no great shakes. She asked me if I thought she was prettier than the girl. I told her yes of course. She asked me if I was getting Mike liquored up to take him home and take advantage of him. I told her I could do that when he's sober.
She's the third person from work to try to set me up with him.
Some girl in the bathroom talked my ear off for 10 minutes in the bathroom about how crazy everyone there was while she put on her make up. She didn't let me get a word in edge-wise but told me about how her acne is getting terribly bad and said "look!" as she pointed to her lip where I saw nothing but lip.
I think she was a model.
There was a punk chick that went to the same show we did. She had a Casualties patch on her back so I asked if she was going to see them. She said she didn't know who they were and asked if they were good. i told they sucked but are great guys. She told me that she's a big poser and just got into punk that night but she liked it a lot and didn't think she was doing bad for an old broad.
Some middle-aged guy from the UK kept trying to buy everyone drinks, regardless of whom they were.
I got more felt up by the guy sitting entirely too close to me trying to ash his cigarette than I'd been in two years. That is until his girlfriend apologized by copping a little feel herself.
Mike asked why I was complaining and then remembered that he isn't turned on by lesbian scenes.
So we just sat and watched Pootie Tang until it was time to home when he put in an MTX cd and listened to me sing.