I knew it had started. Last Friday I went out drinking with some peeps after work. Now, this Friday was another after work get together at the local watering hole. More people went this time. I think everyone is pretty tired of the winter and being cooped up in their homes now.
I arrived at 4:15 pm. I was one of the first ones there. A couple was there, the wife is a fellow driver. She had been away for a while so it was good to see her, so that the others could catch up. Everyone else slowly started to file into the bar.
I sat down, 43 sat across from me, watching me, smiling at me. He had one drink and was unable to stay long due to a previous commitment. The rest of us remained, drinking. I had about 3 pineapple & rum drinks. Time to order food. So I put a burger & fries on my tab. About an hour or two hours later I got my food. FUCK, order is wrong. I take it back to the bar. I was told just give it to someone at my table because it will be tossed out in the trash.
I went back with the food “any one want a burger?” The wife of the first couple says “I do.” She had already shared a dinner basket with her man. They were a strange little couple. I kept telling myself not to judge them, but there was something just not right. She gobbled up the food. I hear him make a comment to her about eating more food. I said “you’re welcome and you owe me $4.” He went off with “We don’t share the same DNA…if she robs a bank I’m not responsible or if she kidnaps a 3 yr old I’m not responsible.”
I looked at him funny. All I wanted was an opportunity to get him to offer me the money for my food. I wouldn’t have taken it, the food was free. I was pushing him to see if he would give in and offer me the money, just to see if he could shut me up. But he went on rambling. Then I rambled with something about the institution of marriage and the sanctity of marriage. I looked at her asking her “Do you fuck him?” She laughs & giggles. “Yeah I know right?” He pipes in about something or another. Then I asked “and you still suck his dick?” I think that’s the moment that I freaked everyone out. He pipes in with “of course she does!” I yell at him “sure as long as she’s on her knees, she’s yours. but when she’s hungry you can’t buy her a fucking burger? or be a gentleman and offer to pay me for the burger?”
I don’t remember what set me off. Something triggered my response. I look back, even when it was happening I couldn’t stop myself. I was wanting to provoke him. There was something about him, that I just wanted to snap at him. I have no idea why. Maybe it was just because she’s feeding her face on what was supposed to be my burger, I ended up not eating til I got home. Tuna salad sammie with a side of dill pickle flavored crisps.
I stayed til 10:00 in the evening. “T” was really worried about me being able to drive home. I knew I didn’t have a problem. I did realize that I can’t get into this habit of going out with them every weekend. I could end up with a problem or two. Before I left, an old classmate walked into the bar. I had the biggest crush on him when I was younger. I looked at him really close as he spoke. What the hell about to him? He was going through his second divorce, has a 5-year-old child. Dude. You’re almost 50! Shocking. He tells me that there is going to be a 8th grade class reunion. WHAT?! Really? Funny, but yeah. I still know and talk to some of the kids I went to kindergarten with. We went to private school together. Imagine attending school with someone for 12 years. Longer than some marriages. This guy really got old, heavy and looks just bad. Then I wonder, what do they think of me when they see me? Do I look like I did when I was in school? Probably with a few pounds more and no braces. I told him to lemme know when it is so that I can go. But it was one of those “yeah call me and we’ll do lunch” comments. I have no intention on attending any of the class reunions. The night ended with the last hour of drinking no booze. Sobering up to drive home.
I’m thinking that I won’t be attending the next get together. Once again it’s that “bail” thing that I do.