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2005-04-23 - 11:43 p.m. Do you know what a thrill it is to dance by yourself in a bar. Actually, it really isn't. I went to get a cup of coffee this evening after a fabolous breakfast for dinner meal (it was sequiter sp), anyway so i'm at the lounge and my sister calls she wants me to go get a drink with her. Fine, i tell her to meet me at the lounge which she does. Now it is all very evident that she just needed entertainment until she met up with her girlfriend. I was ready to go with her, but she didn't want to leave until an hour later because her girlfriend wasn't heading out until then. So we sat and chatted... it was okay, but not great. Eventually we head to LaSalles and she gets a drink we sit outside for awhile because she doesn't want to dance quite yet. Turns out she sat on a stool that was still wet from this afternoons rain. So she has a wet spot on her butt. She's freaking out and won't move for fear of exposing it. Then she still doesn't want to dance... until the new g/f arrives. I SAW that one coming. Anyway then she starts to dance with me, then totally ditches me and i am now the third wheel on a half empty dance floor dancing by myself as all others are paired off so i can't even try to blend in somewhere. She's completely involved with Nichole (who is SO gay-- she looks like a little boy) and i put up with it for an hour, then leave. Alone. Start with two, end with one. Walking out of a bar alone has such an awful feeling. Like "even after the influences of alcohol... i'm still going home alone." And i didn't do my homework like i was supposed to. Blah, now i have to get up in four hours and do it to send it off to the group. � � |