So, I'm back... again... the first time SG stopped loading, it was only for a few days... this time, almost a MONTH. AHHHHH! I have so many sets to catch up with! Of course, I can't complain one bit about that. 
So, to commemorate my return, I will tell you about my fantastically awful St Patrick's Day!
I've been trying to meet people here in Misawa and haven't really succeeded yet. A few random contacts, but no real friendships brewing... so, one of my husband's co-worker's wives (got that?) contacted me on MySpace. Her hubby got deployed for the first time (poor thing) and she wants to go out. SWEET, I think. I am so ready to GO OUT...
((Now, I'd like to open this up for discussion... what do you think of when you GO OUT? I'm thinking drinking, smoking (even though I quit, mwahahaha), music, maybe a little dancing, harmless flirting... FUN, FUN, FUN... so back to the story.))
She asks me to meet her at the Sports Bar on base 'around 9'. I suggest the Sports Bar because it's the one I'm most comfortable in... darts, lots of tables, rock/ pop music... there's also a 'club' with a dance floor and a country bar all in the same building... sooooo I get decked out. I do my makeup, I blow dry my hair (rare, I assure you... I'm an au naturel, wavy type most of the time), throw on a cute green top, some jeans, my favorite long black necklace, and some boots. I'm so pumped. AND IT'S ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!! So, lots of people! I walk in at 10 after 9... and she's not there. No biggie; I order a drink (mmmm, Captain) and park myself at the bar, in nice view of the door...
At a quarter 'til 10, as I'm halfway through my second drink, she comes in.... with a drink (from the country bar judging by the glass)............ and she looks like she's just rolled out of bed. Ok, I'm sorry, but it's a BAR. It's a HOLIDAY. She's wearing a baggy hoodie, no makeup, hair in a bun........ I'm not saying I don't have friends back home who dress like this when we go out sometimes, but come on... so I try to shrug that off and make conversation, which is awkward. So, she asks if I want to go out for a smoke. Okay! At least part of my plan is coming to fruition! Outside we go... we sit down at a table and she starts venting about her life and how much it sucks... I barely know this girl. I try to be supportive... and still maintain my just-beginning buzz. Thankfully (in my eyes anyway), here enters majorly drunk guy. He sits down with us and starts saying how much he's had to drink and that he just wants to sit and be quiet. I'm asking him questions. You know, what's he drinking? How's his night been? She's just staring at him, completely silent. A few minutes later, his rowdy, drunken buddies find him and surround us. At this point, I'm highly entertained. They're all being loud and vulgar, but good God, what could be better? This is what it's all about! I grew up going to biker bars with my mom and step-dad... this is home.
She taps me and asks if we can go inside, looking very uncomfortable. I grudgingly agree and I bid the boys adieu. She leads me to a table in the freaking corner right next to a speaker... and proceeds to try and keep talking about.... her life and her problems. I wait for an opportune moment (hey! my drink's empty!) and say I'm going to the bathroom and to get another drink. I ask if she wants me to grab her one. She says yes. I ask what she's having.................. she says Coke. That's it. Coke. Now, I KNOW this girl drinks. I ask her why no liquor. We're at a bar, after all (where she, need I remind you, wanted to meet me). She says she can't drink and drive....
((I know this is a perfectly reasonable answer. I was planning on taking a cab or waiting for my husband to get off work... we had already planned that he would stop by when he was done... and for the record, it's not drinking and DRIVING that's the problem. It's driving and HITTING THINGS.))
She then says that she has liquor at her house though. So, I take this to mean that if we went to her house, she would be free to drink and would therefore have the good time I (again) assume she's after...... then, she asks me to go ahead and get her a Malibu and coke. SIGH.
I get the drinks, come back, and ask her if she would rather go to her house so she doesn't have to worry about driving later. She says yes and wants to leave right then... I have a full drink, crazy! She wants to just leave hers. I down mine, finish hers, and we go. WHY IS THIS SUCH A STRUGGLE?
We stop at the shoppette for mixers. We get to her place. She turns on first the music on her computer, then the T.V., then decides to again bitch about her life. I'm so fucking done. I have no buzz. I go through two Parrot Bay and Dr. Peppers (
) and she's still nursing one. I finally feign tiredness and hightail it out of there.
Luckily I have a third of a liter of Jim Beam Black left in my liquor cabinet (aka the counter) and I manage to get slightly intoxicated before hubby gets home (and have oh-my-God, oh-my-God good sex)... if it weren't for that ending, the evening would have been a COMPLETE waste.
So YAY for SG being back up!
(Pics from the infamous night below)
So, to commemorate my return, I will tell you about my fantastically awful St Patrick's Day!
I've been trying to meet people here in Misawa and haven't really succeeded yet. A few random contacts, but no real friendships brewing... so, one of my husband's co-worker's wives (got that?) contacted me on MySpace. Her hubby got deployed for the first time (poor thing) and she wants to go out. SWEET, I think. I am so ready to GO OUT...
((Now, I'd like to open this up for discussion... what do you think of when you GO OUT? I'm thinking drinking, smoking (even though I quit, mwahahaha), music, maybe a little dancing, harmless flirting... FUN, FUN, FUN... so back to the story.))
She asks me to meet her at the Sports Bar on base 'around 9'. I suggest the Sports Bar because it's the one I'm most comfortable in... darts, lots of tables, rock/ pop music... there's also a 'club' with a dance floor and a country bar all in the same building... sooooo I get decked out. I do my makeup, I blow dry my hair (rare, I assure you... I'm an au naturel, wavy type most of the time), throw on a cute green top, some jeans, my favorite long black necklace, and some boots. I'm so pumped. AND IT'S ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!! So, lots of people! I walk in at 10 after 9... and she's not there. No biggie; I order a drink (mmmm, Captain) and park myself at the bar, in nice view of the door...
At a quarter 'til 10, as I'm halfway through my second drink, she comes in.... with a drink (from the country bar judging by the glass)............ and she looks like she's just rolled out of bed. Ok, I'm sorry, but it's a BAR. It's a HOLIDAY. She's wearing a baggy hoodie, no makeup, hair in a bun........ I'm not saying I don't have friends back home who dress like this when we go out sometimes, but come on... so I try to shrug that off and make conversation, which is awkward. So, she asks if I want to go out for a smoke. Okay! At least part of my plan is coming to fruition! Outside we go... we sit down at a table and she starts venting about her life and how much it sucks... I barely know this girl. I try to be supportive... and still maintain my just-beginning buzz. Thankfully (in my eyes anyway), here enters majorly drunk guy. He sits down with us and starts saying how much he's had to drink and that he just wants to sit and be quiet. I'm asking him questions. You know, what's he drinking? How's his night been? She's just staring at him, completely silent. A few minutes later, his rowdy, drunken buddies find him and surround us. At this point, I'm highly entertained. They're all being loud and vulgar, but good God, what could be better? This is what it's all about! I grew up going to biker bars with my mom and step-dad... this is home.
She taps me and asks if we can go inside, looking very uncomfortable. I grudgingly agree and I bid the boys adieu. She leads me to a table in the freaking corner right next to a speaker... and proceeds to try and keep talking about.... her life and her problems. I wait for an opportune moment (hey! my drink's empty!) and say I'm going to the bathroom and to get another drink. I ask if she wants me to grab her one. She says yes. I ask what she's having.................. she says Coke. That's it. Coke. Now, I KNOW this girl drinks. I ask her why no liquor. We're at a bar, after all (where she, need I remind you, wanted to meet me). She says she can't drink and drive....
((I know this is a perfectly reasonable answer. I was planning on taking a cab or waiting for my husband to get off work... we had already planned that he would stop by when he was done... and for the record, it's not drinking and DRIVING that's the problem. It's driving and HITTING THINGS.))
She then says that she has liquor at her house though. So, I take this to mean that if we went to her house, she would be free to drink and would therefore have the good time I (again) assume she's after...... then, she asks me to go ahead and get her a Malibu and coke. SIGH.
I get the drinks, come back, and ask her if she would rather go to her house so she doesn't have to worry about driving later. She says yes and wants to leave right then... I have a full drink, crazy! She wants to just leave hers. I down mine, finish hers, and we go. WHY IS THIS SUCH A STRUGGLE?
We stop at the shoppette for mixers. We get to her place. She turns on first the music on her computer, then the T.V., then decides to again bitch about her life. I'm so fucking done. I have no buzz. I go through two Parrot Bay and Dr. Peppers (
) and she's still nursing one. I finally feign tiredness and hightail it out of there.Luckily I have a third of a liter of Jim Beam Black left in my liquor cabinet (aka the counter) and I manage to get slightly intoxicated before hubby gets home (and have oh-my-God, oh-my-God good sex)... if it weren't for that ending, the evening would have been a COMPLETE waste.
So YAY for SG being back up!
(Pics from the infamous night below)
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And ya, you were gone forever!!!!!! SOOO happy your back sweetie!
CUTE pictures!