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A Mini Vaca

June 11, 2009

Instead of berating myself for falling far, far away from the writing life, let’s just say I took a “Mini Vaca.” K?

And, thank God that I can step over the shattered wreckage of my social life on my way to my suddenly miserable (well, not really suddenly) work life.

Luckily though, I have no viable social life so spending four hours “correcting, organizing, cleaning. Repeat” doesn’t seem like too big a deal.

Off to organize.


My Semi-Charmed Kinda Life

December 4, 2008

Ok, I forget if I mentioned this to you before, dear reader, but I am now playing in a pool league. Yes, you should have suspected that my life had become just that seedy (to all of you pool league players out there, I am of course only joking when I refer to us as “seedy” *flashes ‘pool league member’ gang symbol*) And, after losing my first three matches–the most recent in ignominious fashion at our “home field”–I managed to absolutely destroy my opponent Tuesday night. Two straight incredibly nearly perfectly played games–which, as you know if you’ve seen me play pool, isn’t me.  Luckily though, my opponent was gracious in his loss: “You played great tonight…for a sandbagger.” And then he added: “I can’t wait to play you again-so I can destroy your ass!” I believe I replied “I’m looking forward to it.” or something like that. I didn’t bother to point out to him that he was the first person I ever beat in a match. His ego already seemed a little bruised by his quick dismissal from our match.

Go, me.

Speaking of going, I spent much of yesterday driving up at down the valley. Up to work. Back. Out to Chicker Falls. Back to the town in which I work (for an unrelated-to-work meeting). Back to home. Out to see The Jilted One. Down to the Orcha’d to visit Ms. Hold ‘Em. A quick visit to my buddy the Sicilian. And then back for another short visit with the Jilted One at work. And then home again. I’m tired even just listing the itinerary.

Oh, and when I was visiting the Sicilian we watched some Ultimate Fighting and he bemoaned the fact that when he fought they didn’t have television and he only earned $120 a match, not the big money these guys are making (‘how much DO they make?’, I wonder…but not enough to google it). I learn something new about the Sicilian every day.

Anyway, I’m tired today and still not back into full tilt writing mode, so I will sign off for now. Thanks dear readers for returning–and for those of you who are new to this blog, you have a lot of catching up to do so don’t complain when I disappear for days at a time.

*flashes ‘erratic blogger’ gang symbol*

Many Happy Returns

March 27, 2008

Well, I don’t have much to update about last night. I did see JetBlue, along with a bunch of other committee people. I have hardly seen her lately and it was nice to catch up–especially since she was 1) in pleasant conversation mode (which is all too rare); and 2) looking really cute (which isn’t always the case). But, really, no fascinating stories to tell. Then I made a semi-triumphant return to the bar up the hill. The Jilted One was bartending and gave me a big greeting. And, as I had hoped, there was a two for one special on the beers, if you know what I mean. She also told me the story of losing her other bartending job, in classic The Jilted One fashion–talking really quickly and then not stopping the story when she walked away to serve another customer. Yeah, just like the good ol’ days.

But, all in all, an uneventful night–oh shit, I almost forgot–earlier in the evening I was hanging with the kids at their house. I hear the cat make a strange meochy sound as she came up the basement stairs. So, I say to her: “What’s wrong, S.?” And, holy shite, she drops a baby mouse on the floor. That was quite the shocker, to say the least. Followed by the second shock of watching the little mofo scamper under the table. The cat followed it, content to give the little thing a couple of half-hearted swats. So, anyway, once I got over that momentary “live wild animal inside the house” shock (please note: I still suffer from PTSD related to a “live squirrel in the house” incident some years ago) I decided to try to save the cute little baby mouse. Luckily this part of the story has no drama to it. I put on a glov, carefully picked him up and put him safely outside.

It was a few minutes before it sunk in for me that I pretty much sent him to a different doom–can a young mouse care for himself outside? i don’t know. Does he know the way back into the house? Eh, don’t know. Why is that owl smirking? What stray cats will run into him? Will they show him the way home?

Oh well.

Not much else to say except that the current chapter of my life has a working title: “My Guardian Angel Carries an Icepick”

Catchy, isn’t it?

It’s Ovah

September 4, 2007

Well, dear readers, the party at #43 Joey Street is over.

I’m back to work as of today, so, as a result you can expect two things:

1) More writing here in “No Setback.”

2) Fewer stories that take place at 2 AM on a Tuesday night.

Sorry, but that’s the reality of being back at work and attempting to adopt a more healthful lifestyle.

Well, at least a little bit more so.

Aww, who am I kidding. All that has really happened so far is that I stayed home last night. But, hey, baby steps.

I still have to go back to the big “JetBlue vs. K2” debacle of last week. That one is so worth writing about…but, that’ll have to wait until tomorrow. I’m still dusting off my computer.

See ya!

The Nice Ones Always Do

June 21, 2007

Yesterday was a busy day for me–after work that is. Work itself was kind of boring. I wasted a lot of time–blogging, chatting, etc. I did a little cleaning up, but not nearly as much as I should have. Oh well. Not getting things done is the way I roll, as you know.

Right after work we had a going away party for a colleague. I was only able to stay for an hour or so because of golf, but in that time I managed to make a hilarious joke that I can’t repeat here because it was that far out there and some might interpret it the wrong way. I also reminded a co-worker of a bet that we have going down on Friday at the end-of-the-year work picnic. That should be interesting if we don’t chicken out. For Friday, I’m also looking forward to our other plan, which is to act so obnoxious at the picnic that they reconsider ever doing that for us again. The ‘Jagerbomb Sack Race’ in particular should catch some people’s attention. I am SO winning that one. And, also, at the party yesterday I was berated for hanging out with someone in her twenties. Female co-workers can be so like that. I pointed out that I was also hanging out with a 37 year old and so, on the average, I was going out with a 29 year old. That math worked better for me than anyone else though.

Golf was largely uneventful–except for the fact that I discovered that I golf just as well after a number of beers as I do sober. And, believe me, that isn’t well at all. But it was a beautiful night to be outdoors.

After a little break to pretty myself up I headed down to the bar. D. and JetBlue were there. Again, I don’t want to throw too much out there about JB though I will say that she was back on the ‘talking about the asshole’ kick that she’s been on. She was supposed to meet him yesterday afternoon but he cancelled yet again and, besides, she claimed, she only wanted to meet him to tell him in person that she was through with him. I believe that part of the story was added for my benefit. But whatever. She was a mess of contradictions as always, but that’s okay, I know what I signed on for.

More happily, K2 showed up for the first time in a while. It was nice to hang out with her for a little while. She demonstrated an awesome bar room ESP-type trick. And, I do believe, she gets more beautiful each time I see her. Unfortunately she’s still as skinny as hell but what can ya do about that?

And, oh my, when JetBlue was leaving there was a biker guy leaving at the same time. So she decided to try out sitting on his bike. And, because it’s JB we’re talking about, she managed to burn herself on one of the bike’s pipes. I felt bad for her though I didn’t see the burn–she left directly from the bike to home. But we messaged a bit and I got to both show some sympathy and gently make fun of her. I told her that I didn’t really picture her as a biker chick, and she said she could pull it off–“you just haven’t seen me dressed all in leather yet.” Heh–and you can imagine where the conversation went so I won’t keep going on with that.

And I called Afternoon Girl. She had called me much earlier but the message didn’t go through until then. I hate you T-Mobile. Anyway, we only got to talk briefly because my phone was dying. That sucked. Calling her was going to be one of the highlights of my night. In fact, it was anyway. Along with K2’s tricks and JetBlue claiming that she told me things she never intended to because I listen too much to her, talking with AG about her work and all just makes a dull night interesting.

Oh, and that reminds me. JetBlue was pressing me to tell some “pathetic” stories about myself–as she tells hers to me. I was a bit slow-witted last night and told her I’d bring some tonight. Little does she know that my most pathetic story is the one starring her. Wait until she gets to hear that one.

Off to work.

I’m in the Neighborhood

June 19, 2007

Little did I know when I finished my last blog entry this morning that an hour later I’d have something else to write about.

But, yes, around 10 o’clock this morning I got a call at work from JetBlue saying that she was in the neighborhood and would I like her to bring me a cup of coffee. I had had four cups already and was beyond buzzing with the caffeine so I said “Yes, that would be great.” Hell, yeah. Apparently, even after seeing me in action last night with Afternoon Girl, JB is still on the same course as this weekend. And let me tell you, I’m feeling more than just a caffeine buzz right now.

So, I got to spend an hour of a very un-busy morning chatting with JB, eating the muffin she brought for us and sipping on a coffee I really didn’t need. She admired my classroom, even though it’s even messier than usual, and we chatted away. I didn’t say it to her, because I didn’t want it to come out wrong, but it was the first time we’ve spent time together without alcohol being involved. And it was sweet.

How cool is that? After five months of patiently, okay and sometimes impatiently, waiting, JetBlue’s doing sweet little things for me and calling me daily and all that.

But, yes dear readers, I’m still guarding my heart. I don’t have any expectations for this all going my way, but it’s certainly a whole new and interesting ballgame.

Now to find out what this evening brings…

What You Up To?

June 18, 2007

Well, my weekend started promptly at 2:45 on Friday with some drinks with co-workers. Nothing much to report there other than it was a really cool time. I’ll miss some of them over the summer–and hope to get to hang out at least a couple of times over the break. It’s been a crazy year here. I lost my best work friend back at the end of March. My other best friend is leaving for another job–in part because she’s having trouble coping with our loss. Several people I know are retiring. It’s going to be a whole different place next year. Luckily I’ve come out of my shell and have been making new friends and being more active around the school so I hope I can survive all the shitty stuff that has happened.

But anyway, I headed home after that to nap a bit before going out for the evening. As I was getting home I received a text message from JetBlue–and that doesn’t usually happen–“What you up to?” So I responded with my plans and asked what was up with her. I was certainly intrigued that she was writing me, but, you know, I knew better than to let my heart go all aflutter. And I didn’t hear back from her. Even after my nap. Even after I headed out. Yep. Glad I didn’t get my hopes up. So, while I was out I spent time wondering why the message and why the no response. At that point I was figuring that she either sent it to the wrong person (believe me, that happens to her) or she sent it to lots of people and a better response got back to her. But I didn’t think about it too much.

I spent some time at the bar with D. and the gang. There were a lot of random women there–including a couple that I recognized from browsing Myspace. Heh–that freakin’ Myspace. But I was all tired and stuff from my afternoon drinking so I retired to the secret bar to relax outside. I wonder how you can market the place? “Nestled between the factory and the mosquito-plagued river…” At any rate, Friday night is apparently ‘biker night’ there now. Which is fine, most of them are dead nice people. Cool and non-judgemental and all that. But no JetBlue–okay, okay, I went there hoping. I talked with my friend who runs the place and his girlfriend whom I adore. Crazy artist guy was there–and, man, the more I hear him talk the more I realize that my nickname for him is spot-on. I ended up leaving relatively early–one or so–because I had some early golf to deal with Saturday morning.

Remind me that spending a whole day with D. is clearly a mistake. Okay–I’m supposed to meet him at his house at 9:15. He calls at 9:05–“Where the hell are you? Let’s go golfing!” “Um” I say “I’ll be there in ten minutes, like I said.” Okay,so I get there and then I have to wait ten minutes for him to clean his golf shoes! Hurry up and wait. And he was completely hyper the whole way there, whooping and shouting, and driving like a nut. And, you know, I kinda figured it was a mistake to get a ride from him rather than taking my own car, but he didn’t know how to get there and I figured I could save some money on gas, etc. But, of course, it turned out to be a mistake.

The golf went fine, except that D. decided to spend the whole day driving the cart like a madman–sort of a controlled version of the time he nearly killed me with the golf cart. None of us golfed all that well, though D. did win for having the longest drive on a particular hole–yes, the longest of anyone playing in the tournament. After the tourney there was time for dinner and more drinking and music. D. was, of course, trying to hit on women left and right. What’s new. It was getting later and I was wearing down–the sun + drinking = sleepy J.

But then, around seven thirty I get a text message–“What you up to?” Wha?! Yes, JetBlue sends me the message again and I’m thinking to myself, how the hell do I respond? Should I be rude and ask her why she’s asking me this again? Should I ignore it because I’m busy? or should I respond? Well, I decided a normal, vague response would do. Something like “What’s up with you?” But instead of silence I get back an immediate offer to meet me for dinner and drinks in Northampton.

Remember, dear readers, several weeks ago I told you that I would hold out on JetBlue until she asked me out? (Operation “No Mo’ Rejections”) Well, it actually worked. Are you as surprised as I am? Unfortunately, I had to tell her that I had eaten, and worse yet was relying on D. for a ride, but that maybe I could convince him to head downtown within a half an hour or so. And she was cool with that, though she and D. fight like crazy.

But it gets better. Then I notice I have a phone message from Afternoon Girl. Her plans fell through and maybe I could head down to the whip city to hang out. Oh shite. If I had my car with me I would’ve been headed there in a flash–hey, JetBlue has made me wait a long time, I could easily call her and tell her I’m too tired or too drunk to go out–she’d certainly believe that. Anyway, my phone was not working well where we were–which is why I hadn’t realized that AG had called until after the message showed up–so I couldn’t even call her back until D. and I were at the place we were meeting JetBlue. So, there I was with D. and JB calling AG to apologize for not being able to hang out. Now, D. tells me that it’s a good thing that JB knows about AG because the competition will keep her interested in me–and so far it seems to be working out that way.

Anyway,we had a couple of outdoor drinks on the deck and then I insisted on heading back to get my car. JB and I made plans to meet up at the secret bar and D. and I headed home. When I got my car, I headed home to change and clean up and stuff. D. said he was going to the ‘Dump and I made the mistake of telling him where JB and I were going.

Yes, dear readers, I know this blog entry is dragging on and on but I’m enjoying trying to recall the weekend. Okay, so there we are down at the secret bar–D. of course showed up there instead of up at the Dump–me and JetBlue and D. and some other guy who’s friends with JB. And there were others there too for a while at least. So anyway, JB got pretty drunk and started flirting with the three of us and then she and I started dancing to the music–interestingly she insisted on leading–and it was a sweet time. Oh yeah, I could get used to that.

But of course D. had to keep harassing her and they got into several arguments. And, of course, she had to mention her guy that she’s been pointlessly pursuing for some time–even mentioning that he blew her off (again) on Friday–ahhh, I though, that’s why she called me. And then she heard a song that reminded her of her father and started to cry and I got to talk her through that. I understand exactly how loss feels to her because I feel it the same way–and I also know that the drinking just compounds it all. And the night went on and at some point I realized that the bar sort of forgot to close at 2 and it was now nearly 3 AM. And, yes,I had to be up at 8. And, well, D. said one final stupid thing to JB that made her decide to leave immediately so I followed her out. And she was crying again–yes, a drunk D. is an asshole D.–so we talked a bit. I offered her a ride home–no, not to be all skeazy–because she had been kinda sleepy drunk earlier on before D. got her re-riled. But she said she was fine and said she wanted to see me again, but only if it didn’t involve D. No problem there. And I drove home a happy clam.

And after I got home I sent her a text–just making sure she was home safe. And she was there and we texted it up for a while, being all flirty and happy and she told me I was a good dancer (yeah, she must’ve been pretty drunk to think that) and we talked about meeting up on Sunday. And she asked “Don’t you have plans with your ‘friend’?” And I was smooth and said I’d rather spend time with her. Oh yeah–sober she would’ve thought that was cheesy–but drunk she loved it. Oh, and by the way dear reader, Afternoon Girl and I had already decided on meeting up on Monday instead of Sunday so I knew I wasn’t creating any chaos.

It was rough waking up early on Sunday. But the kids and I had a fun Father’s Day together. We played mini-golf and went to Taco Bell, oh yeah that’s getting to be a weekly thang. We hung out with my dad and brother for a while too. So that was a fun time. Afternoon Girl invited me to meet up with her and her sister at some club in Hartford that evening, but I knew I’d be too tired by then–in fact I decided to take a nap just to make it through the end of the afternoon.

Just around then I get a text message “What you doing later on?” Oh boy! Three days, three messages. Now, earlier in the day I had decided that I needed rest and I wasn’t going to do anything Sunday, regardless. But when it came down to it I realized that I had waited for eleven weeks for a second real date with JetBlue and I wasn’t going to say no to any offer. So, JetBlue and I went out for dinner and drinks out on the deck up on the hill. The weather was beautiful; the sunset gorgeous. And yet we both felt and looked like a couple of junkies hanging out at the bar at the methadone clinic. We were still exhausted from our late night Saturday. But it was a lovely time. Just not the most inspiring conversation ever heard. We talked about D. being an ass. We talked, yet again, about her guy who’s been blowing her off–you would think she’d save that conversation for another time–but she did add that she has a better time hanging out with me. So, it wasn’t entirely annoying. Just somewhat so. And anything else we talked about was nothing consequential. Really, not at all. But that’s okay. It was a nice, happy, quiet night. And I hope the start of at least occasional nice, happy, quiet nights together.

Celebrity Birthdays

June 8, 2007

One of my favorite asides when teaching is giving the kids a run down on the day’s celebrity birthdays. I don’t do it every day, but it does come in handy on occasion as a side lesson. Oh, and yes, I can justify it as expanding my students’ cultural literacy.

Here are today’s celebrity birthdays: Kanye West, who’s turning 30. Remember Kanye, 30 is the new 20. Next up, Keenan Ivory Wayans, who is older than I at 49. Tim Berners-Lee (52), who’s credited with inventing the World Wide Web; Nancy Sinatra, whose 67 year old boots are still made for walking. Jerry Stiller, who is 80 today. Ben, don’t forget to call him up! And, finally, architect Frank Lloyd Wright, who would be 140.

Finally, and, let’s face it, this is the reason I got on the topic in the first place, today is future celebrity Caseybug‘s birthday as well. From what I understand, both wine and cold hard cash are acceptable gifts.

So, that’s it for now. Later on I will try to write up the somewhat bizarre night I had last night…Until then, see ya.

Top of the Line

June 7, 2007

Wednesday was certainly a long, busy day for yours truly. After a, ahem, grueling day of work, I went out to golf in my regular Wednesday night golf league. And, though a bit cool, the weather was perfect. And my game was on fire! For me, that is. Oh sure, a lot of golfers would be disappointed with a 50 for nine holes, but it was by far my best round of the season. Two pars and several bogeys! Except for a couple of snowman holes, it was a great round. Had I not had those two glitches I would’ve been in the mid-forties. But I always bring the glitches.

I had to cut out right after my round because I promised some students I would definitely make it to their graduation. And also to make sure that their diplomas were signed, sealed, and delivered. Hey, I like all of my students but it’s always good to have them move along. Anyway, I made it up there, merely an hour late–but don’t worry, that still left me with an hour and a half worth of ceremony. And it was all nice and happy and a bit rowdy–both students and audience alike. All I can say is I’m guessing there’s a shortage of air horns in stores today.

Anyway, after graduation I went to a teacher party for a while. It was nice and everything, but kind of quiet so I slipped out after a half hour or so. Way too much conversation about students and school and education in general. Oh well. And, as you may recall, Wednesday is the night that things seem to happen, so I decided to stop by the bar and see what was, yeah, happening.

And guess what I ran into: the potential perfect storm.

First of all, I was getting there at about 11:30–which was about the time that I could start expecting a call from Afternoon Girl. Secondly, I had seen JetBlue’s car outside, so I knew she’d be there and would probably be talkative because she’s rarely out late mid-week. Well, when I went in I saw her first, sitting near D.R. I also noticed R. walking by me as I headed over to JetBlue–he once again had that grin on his face. Anyway, I started talking to D.R. and JetBlue for a minute; then, as I was headed to the men’s room I noticed M. at the corner of the bar. As I started to say something to him who do I see right next to him? You’d better believe it! Hello, K2. She put a hand up looking like she wanted a high five. As I sent my hand over she gripped it instead. That was sweet and unexpected. But right now it’s time for an aside…

Man, one thing I’ll never get is handshakes. So many times I think someone is going to do one thing and they go off and do something else. Get beyond the regular handshake and I’m in the weeds. The worst for me is the one that starts with the finger grip followed by the interlocking thumbs. After that, lord knows what the other person is going to do. Will it be the mutual pat on the shoulder? Perhaps the pull yourselves together for the mutual pat on the back? Or, you get the people who freestyle after that–which of course completely loses me. I might as well be trying to do the Kid n Play dance. (I would find what I’m talking about here on YouTube but that’s a forbidden website here at work). There are of course other handshakes to deal with to. You’ve got the fist-to-fist one–which comes in especially handy if you’re playing sports. I got one of those from my golf partner yesterday after we both hit the green. But, of course, even that simple “shake” has a variation taught to me by D. After you press fists together you throw your hand back and open it up at the same time while making a little exploding sound. Heh, I even used to share a secret personalized celebration handshake with the X. If I remember, it was a variation of one the Red Sox did in the glory days of Kevin Millar. Alas, that’s just a memory now.

At any rate, there it was. JetBlue–who’s usually gone by eight on a Wednesday–and K2–who’s never there before ten–and they were sitting maybe ten feet apart from one another. Going back and forth wasn’t going to work for me. And, if I had tried to hang around with K2 her attention would’ve wandered anyway and JetBlue would’ve been pissed at the same time. Besides I know that K2 is, in the long run, more likely to be just a buddy–but a boy can dream can’t he? So anyway, I sat with the very chatty and very flirty JetBlue. Top of the line conversation–but not too much I’m going to blog about. I did notice M. and K2 both glance over at different times. M. is in many ways the heart and soul of the bar. He oversees all that is happening. And I’m guessing is that his expression when he was looking at JetBlue and I was saying something like: “The fool. The fool. Has he learned nothing these past months.” At any rate, I had a nice time with Mo. I hope my choice will pay dividends this weekend, but we’ll see.

Meanwhile, Afternoon Girl unintentionally saved me from that perfect storm. She didn’t call until after JetBlue had left. That would’ve been an interesting choice for me to make. I’d much rather be talking to Afternoon Girl, but do I want to piss off JetBlue just as she’s coming back around to me? At any rate, we had a nice little conversation. She’s always a spirit lifter. She brings on the heavy flirtation with no drama attached. It sucks that we’ve both been busy and haven’t been able to coordinate schedules, but maybe at some point this weekend. Who knows? Of course, that too will be a balancing act because I’m fully hoping to get some more quality JetBlue time. But we’ll deal with that storm when it brews.

For now, I’m just appreciating all of them and the unique craziness each brings to my life. It’s top of the line kind of turmoil for me right now.

Shut the Front Door, part 2

June 4, 2007

Now I Know How It Feels to Win the Super Bowl: Ever have a whole cooler-full of cold water unexpectedly dumped unto your back and legs? Well, now I have. At the end of the Senior picnic, I got totally punk’d. This was particularly funny to me for two reasons: first I had just finished telling a colleague that I had avoided being soaked by the Seniors because a lot of them hardly know me and, secondly, because Afternoon Girl had just called and said that she was going to be in town at 3 and would I like to get together for a while in the afternoon?

So, anyway, I called her back and told her that I would’ve loved to meet up early but the whole back of me was soaking and I was looking quite a bit like I had just peed myself. And she replied “So?” She was so cool about it and so wanting to see me that I agreed to show up downtown looking sketchy. Oh, yeah, and I looked particularly sketchy because I woke up late that morning and hadn’t showered yet. So we spent an hour or two together in the afternoon, then she went up to the Mall while I headed off to D^’s baseball game.

We met up again in the evening and had some lovely pasta in the pan. Oh, and on the way there we drank a Jaegerbomb–yes the theme for the driving part of the evening was “Trash It Up.” At any rate, dinner was lovely. Lots of good conversation and joking and smiling and even a little blushing thrown in there for good measure. Our plan to hover around the piano player never came to fruition. Maybe next time. Well, after that we were thinking of meeting D. and his new woman at the billiard club. But, well, to be honest, what happened was that I had originally told D. we would meet them, but, in fact, that wasn’t so much in the cards for the evening. And, well, I’m totally looking forward to when we can meet up again.

Get Off the Phone: On Saturday, I showed up on the early side at the good old “secret bar.” That is, at around ten or so. There were only a couple of people there so after hanging awhile I gave Afternoon Girl a call. Well, while we were talking on the phone, JetBlue showed up. And, as you of course remember, we are just being friendly and all nowadays. So, I noticed that she sat down at the table where my beer was and as I wandered between the patio and the parking lot I heard her yell out: “Get off the phone, J!” Interesting bit of jealousy there I thought to myself.

At any rate I sat down at the table and we talked a little bit. I kind of purposely was sitting in a way so that my body language was saying “I’m only here for the drinks.” At any rate, an hour or so went by and Afternoon Girl called me back. (Yeah, you’re right, we’re pretty obsessive at the moment). And so I went off and talked awhile with her. When I got back JetBlue was talking to R. and I thought nothing of it and went inside and hung out with a drunk D.R. and some other people. Well, JetBlue eventually came in and sat down and several of us talked about the beach and vacations at all. JetBlue said she wanted to go to Miami and then said to me: “You wanna go with me?” Um, jokingly I’m still assuming despite. And I said, as I always do, “I’m in.” And the night wore on and the conversations flew from one topic to another. At one point JetBlue nearly got into a fight with some drunk guy. They had been insulting each other for no particular reason and she must’ve said something that pushed his drunk button.

At any rate, I went outside for a smoke and started talking to R. And he said: “Hey, I was talking to Mo before and I asked her if you were dating and she said you were just friends and I asked her why. I told her that I thought you were really into her and, you know, you’re better off fucking your friends instead of your enemies. Oh, and she said you’re on the phone too much so you might want to cut that shit out if you want her.” And I was pretty flabbergasted. I thanked R. for the info though I’m not quite sure what to do with it. As you may recall I am still living by my no mo’ rejections policy.

But when he said that  it did strike me that she was being extra flirty with me–and she did mention the Miami thing–so I don’t know if she took him seriously. At any rate it got to be closing time. D.R. for some reason–well he was pretty blind drunk–was insisting that JetBlue give him a ride home. And he was clearly hitting on her in the way that a person too drunk to walk does. Now mind you, this was all a bit comical because his girlfriend works upstairs at the bar–and everyone around him as he did this knows her well. So, anyway, JetBlue was able to pass him off to one of his friends–though D.R. the whole while was insisting that they should leave together. And then we said good night and she gave me a kiss which surprised me in a nice kind of way.

So, there I was, driving home feeling good about things. Between Afternoon Girl and the way this evening evolved, I was feeling pretty good about myself. At any rate, I noticed JB driving behind me–we take the same way home, as I’ve mentioned before. After I passed her house I get this text message: “Was gonna follow you but wondered if it would be a bad idea.” Holy shit. So I replied with something equally out there, like “I was going to pull into your driveway but didn’t know how you’d react” even, though, strickly speaking, I had no plans in that department. And then she wrote something like “We both decided not too so maybe this is a bad idea” And I thought, man, R., dude I gotta buy you a drink. At any rate I wrote something back that said that maybe tonight would’ve been a bad idea but I didn’t think it was a bad idea at all. And she wrote back about how she really enjoyed hanging out with me and we went on like that for a brief while and then said our good nights.

Well, dear readers, I have no idea what she’s thinking right now. Maybe she sobered up in the morning and forgot all about the sea change of the evening before. I don’t know. But, that R., he knows how to help a guy out.

More Shut the Front Door tomorrow, including “Shut the Front Door”…