Yawn...
Didn't expect the party to end before midnight, so instead of going home and being bored by myself I wandered off to one of my usual haunts to be bored with a bunch of people around me.
The promised bar story
My plan was working for about the first 10/15 minutes until the lonely wives club wandered in and parked right in front of me. I mistakenly sat cross legged at the bar listing to the band kicking out some reasonable funk (the drummer just didn't get it). Next thing I know I'm being asked for my zen wisdom, and if I'd like to join them in a Car Bomb. I accepted and while waiting for the drinks the conversation continued toward open offers to take me home.
The cutest of the five, a tall brunette, tells me with the saddest look on her face that she can't take me home. Couldn't kiss the pout away, but that didn't stop her from trying. The bolder of the blondes asks me if I wanted her to take me home. The others were shuffling around as if they were waiting their turn at the jewelry counter. Not a bad looking collection of Birmingham wives out on the prowl. All good kissers. Non more than mildly inhibited. It would seem that not only was my boredom doomed for the night, but well into the morning.
The drinks came and all got progressively friendlier. A blur of blonde hair and wiggling bodies dancing to the music. Unfortunately the brunette's constitution was not up to her friends standards. The Car Bomb did her in and they had to rush her out before she made a mess of the store front next door. Took a little effort to clean her up. A few hugs and kisses later the five of them were heading back to the cars to take care of their stricken companion. Alas, my boredom was saved by excessive alcohol consumption.
I knew there was a reason I bother wandering to Birmingham to waist time. Most of the time I'm just observing. This time, with no effort on my own part, I was the center of it. Too much money and idle time makes for interesting people to watch.
THANK YOU again to all thoughs who traded CDs with me. It was great to finally meet some of you. Looking forward to the next event.
If I forget your name, don't think it's because I didn't like you or something like that. I am terrible at remembering names.
Now to pull out the CDs and start listening. I have a bunch of leftovers for those that didn't make it.
I added a folder full of part pics.
Here's to light times with heavy moods banished to those who enjoy them.
Didn't expect the party to end before midnight, so instead of going home and being bored by myself I wandered off to one of my usual haunts to be bored with a bunch of people around me.
The promised bar story
My plan was working for about the first 10/15 minutes until the lonely wives club wandered in and parked right in front of me. I mistakenly sat cross legged at the bar listing to the band kicking out some reasonable funk (the drummer just didn't get it). Next thing I know I'm being asked for my zen wisdom, and if I'd like to join them in a Car Bomb. I accepted and while waiting for the drinks the conversation continued toward open offers to take me home.
The cutest of the five, a tall brunette, tells me with the saddest look on her face that she can't take me home. Couldn't kiss the pout away, but that didn't stop her from trying. The bolder of the blondes asks me if I wanted her to take me home. The others were shuffling around as if they were waiting their turn at the jewelry counter. Not a bad looking collection of Birmingham wives out on the prowl. All good kissers. Non more than mildly inhibited. It would seem that not only was my boredom doomed for the night, but well into the morning.
The drinks came and all got progressively friendlier. A blur of blonde hair and wiggling bodies dancing to the music. Unfortunately the brunette's constitution was not up to her friends standards. The Car Bomb did her in and they had to rush her out before she made a mess of the store front next door. Took a little effort to clean her up. A few hugs and kisses later the five of them were heading back to the cars to take care of their stricken companion. Alas, my boredom was saved by excessive alcohol consumption.
I knew there was a reason I bother wandering to Birmingham to waist time. Most of the time I'm just observing. This time, with no effort on my own part, I was the center of it. Too much money and idle time makes for interesting people to watch.
THANK YOU again to all thoughs who traded CDs with me. It was great to finally meet some of you. Looking forward to the next event.
If I forget your name, don't think it's because I didn't like you or something like that. I am terrible at remembering names.
Now to pull out the CDs and start listening. I have a bunch of leftovers for those that didn't make it.
I added a folder full of part pics.
Here's to light times with heavy moods banished to those who enjoy them.
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The ankle came later...I broke it when I was 15, had surgery on it when I was 20. Broke it three years ago again. Don't really want to know what I did to it this time...