Austin's Lesbo BBQ

A weird day indeed.

First off...I'd like to apologize to the city of New Bedford. After calming down, I came to terms with the freak issue at hand. I know that the fuck-up that did that shit has nothing to do with the city...he's merely a freak asswhipe.

Today was one of my first days not "working" in a while. You see, it seems that if I'm not getting paid to be somewhere, I've made some kind of commitment to someone to be somewhere for something...and today, I've done nothing.

And, strangely, I didn't plan this...as of earlier this week, I figured I'd be teaching today. But, as it turns out, today was an inservice day...so, no school. And...no need for people like me...meaning, I wasn't committed to a meeting that's going to learn me anything...I had no parents to conference with...no lessons to plan...you know...nothing.

So, most of my day was spent doing nothing. I ended up taking my mother to her doctors appointment..and then, in a passing discussion, I told her about how my ex-girlfriend was moving to Seattle this week (um, Mom doesn't know the specification of ex and I's relationship...but, Mom does like the ex considerably)...and then, next thing I know, I'm having the lunch with ex and Mom.

Lunch was pretty standard...up until the point when ex mentioned that she was moving to Seattle with her "boyfriend". When Mom asked what boyfriend's name was, I couldn't help but snicker when Ex answered "Uh...Terry. Yes. Terry got a job and he's quite happy with the idea of moving. In fact, we're quite happy."

Momentary blank look to Ex...glance to Mom...and then back to Ex...before the uncontrollable grin appears on my face *Imagine a junior high smile...for example, you or someone you know has just farted...or thrown a pencil perfectly straight into the ceiling tile...or a shoe's rubber sole has made a squeaky noise up against the under-desk-book holder...Yeah. It was that kinda grin.*

Um..somehow, Ex finished the anecdote without stumbling...if you haven't figured it out yet, Terry's a "she" not a "he"...in my opinion, it was a lost cause...so, rather than make it an issue, I just laughed.

Despite my cheeky lunchtime attitude, Ex still invited me out for her going away party...happy hour drinks and a nightcap out for sume kuntry western dancin.
I had a great time...early on, it was just beer at da pub. And, as much as I have past feelings for Ex..I could've ended it there...the group was going on to another bar.

Honestly, in the most selfish way possible...I only continued with the rest of the evening because I thought there might be a slight chance of running into a girl that I have crush on...a stupid, juvenile crush that's lasted about a year, plus...it's just that she's so ridiculously cute...and so stupid older than me that a chances of her "considering" me is pretty much out of the question..but, the thought of talking to her kept me going...

While imbibing Lone Star beer, I, of course, became reflective...relationships...substance use/abuse...chances presented...passed up...taken...life's twisted road...beer...

And...I, as I sat there, fingers twiddling...having heard crushed-upon-girl's remark about being "smitten" by a text-messaging stranger...somehow...I drifted into a mental aside...images of her and soon-to-be-wifey planting a flower bed in their allotted 50ft sq feet of suburban backyard...clipping coupons and discussing the merits of the local public schools entered my head....anyway...I shivered...I couldn't bring myself to pass up the opportunity of asking her to dance...Texas style.

Ok. Let me tell you. I'm not smoooooth...by anyone's standard. My dialogue pretty much consisted of "Uhh...hey. How much do you know how to dance like that?"... awkwardly pointing at the dance floor...

Girl: "...a little bit...I've done it before, but I'm by no means an expert."

Me: "Well, shit...it looks like they're having fun...and I'd like to dance...so, would you dance with me, and maybe, lead too?"

Girl: "Definitely. Let's go."

So, that was pretty much it. I was swept out onto the honky-tonk dance floor...both of my left feet stepping on hers...making *witty* comments about our fellow dancers and their Texas-proud attire...my dis-rythym taking hold...washboard/slide-guitar melodies cleansing the embarrassment that was our groove...

It was a hell-of-a-lot-of-fun...and, even though afterwards she talked about the girl she was dating...I still felt really awesome...overall, even when I evaluate the entire day, I'm not sure why...but, I did find it strange that, although she hadn't seen me in a year, she seemed to remember one of my trivial delivery stories...so, after 8 years of doing what I've been doing...I guess all I can say for myself is that I've learned to tell a good sotry...

I wouldn't let go of my *high* feeling...I stopped by the Sleven on the way home..I had a discussion with the clerk, and subsequently, a fellow customer (who had left his car running in the parking lot)...about how my car had been stolen...in front of my goddamn face...because I had left the keys in the ignition...and, by the way, it WASN'T covered by insurance because, if you didn't know, it's illegal to leave your keys in the car....he, um sincerely, said that this information would significantly change his behavior...yeah right. Let it happen...just let it fucking happen...

Goddamn.......are you going to let it happen?!?!