What a peculiar night...

So Friday after our training day, or whatever you want to call it, some of my co-workers and I decided to go to a happy hour at some bar call Texture. One of the guys that comes in my car has a big pot of leftover eggs that he cooked as a snack for everyone. He sticks it in the trunk, thinking he will take it out before he leave each other. Once we get to the bar, we find out that not only do they have $3 martinis (our reason for going) but they have OPEN BAR for tap and rails. Holy crap. Now, I was DD, so it sucked for me but everyone else took full advantage of the deal. It was fun watching everyone getting tipsy. Anyway, everyone that came to the bar in my car started to leave with friends that they had called to join us. The guy with the eggs did not take them with him, because he was so drunk he failed to mention to me he was leaving. I spent the rest of the night talking with a boyfriend of one of my co-workers (who was awesome by the way and invited me to his going away party).

The next afternoon I took the eggs out of my trunk, because I didn't want them to fester. I was dumping them into my garbage, as I was throwing up from the smell. I was even nice enough to clean out the pot. I then called him to see if he wanted me to drop it off. He said yes and told me to meet him at a bar (it is 3ish). I met him and his friend there and had what was called a bloody beer (bloody mary mix with Blatz, I believe). While I was there I kept on looking at the bartender, swearing to God that he looked like the lead singer from The Promise Ring (now that I think about it, I don't know if there needs to be a "THE"). My co-worker invites me to a party that night and I leave.

We meet up again at the same bar later that night. I have CM with me. The party is above this cool antique shop and it is an awesome New York looking loft. The band (still don't know their name) was a surf rock band which I enjoyed a lot. The attendees were all rockabilly-esque and slightly older than me. CM and I stood out like sore-thumbs. For the first part of the party we mostly spoke to each other or to the guy that invited us.

(NOTE HERE: In one of my conversations with him, I ask him if he knew the name of the bartender at that bar. He said that he and his friend call him Cal, because of his hat. I tell him who I think he is. He makes a slight face, not a Promise Ring fan, but he knew the guy used to be in a band. Knowing the PR is from Milwaukee, I am convinced it is him).

As it got later into the night more people started to talk with us. There was the one guy that we swear was faking an Irish accent. There was one guy in the band that said something about us sitting in one spot by ourselves a lot OUCH! But the most awesome part of the night was when we met this guitar teacher who called us angels. This is the second time in a three weeks that someone called me an angel or angelic. My family and close friends would laugh at that. But what really won this guy over was when CM said she wanted to go to Vet School. Seriously...this guy fell in love. Luckily, we got CM out of the situation by leaving to a new destination.

Same guy that invited me there said that he and his friends were going to a new bar. He asked if it was ok if it was a lesbian bar. I said I didn't care. He said I would like it because everyone is really friendly there and it is really laid back. The second I step in there and ask the bartender, "Could I please get a water?", her immediate response is, "I don't know can you?" Without looking at me and walking by without stopping. I gave her an evil eye. I was in a bad mood from that point on and left soon after.

Overall good night. Good times. More stories for CM and Holland to tell everyone else to prove that we are not antisocial.