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It started off innocently enough, last night did. After we had an early dinner I wanted to go have a couple beers with Chuck. He wanted to go to The Icehouse, a local yokel place that I had no desire to visit. I suggested The Piano Bar and off we went. When we walked in it was practically pitch black and nice and cool, like a basement should be. We wandered around the heavy wood tables and couches and over-sized chairs before finally sitting at the bar.
Faced with all of those beautifully twinkling bottles of alcohol, I started off with an Amaretto Sour. Chuck took the Bud Light route. We watched some golf. It was so quiet and cool - we were the only ones there. Another couple came in. I had a Manhattan. Did you know that a Manhattan is not a nice drink? It is composed of bourbon and some other dark liquor that reminded me of sneaking drinks from the alcohol cabinet when I was a teen. I choked that down and followed it with a Double Raspberry Martini. We listened to the bartender make small talk with a regular. I had another Amaretto Sour. I had a Chocolate Martini. Another regular came in and started chatting. He bought a bottle of champagne and insisted we drink it with him. I had an Apple Martini. I had another Amaretto Sour. Chuck switched from Bud Light to Jack & Coke. The man kept buying us drinks. He is going to a cruise to Jamaica on the 5th and wanted to buy us tickets to come along. I was all for it, Chuck could not be swayed. The man made us drink shots called Sicilian Death. He reminded me of Anthony Bourdain with bad teeth and a sad face. This man has too much money. We left a little later and the place was so crowded I almost had to crawl to get out.
I woke up with a headache, of course. And I'm not going to Jamaica, because real life dictates that people don't go off with strangers on fully funded cruises. Today my mouth tasted like I liked some plant roots and I felt slightly confused. Like any other day.
Today I'm watching M*A*S*H, season 1, disc 2. It's hot and my ceiling fan is panting like a sick dog. My dryer won't dry - it will tumble, but it won't heat, so it will take about 12 hours to dry my one load of laundry. My toilet won't flush and I'm too lazy to figure out why, so Chuck will have to do that later. Stupid rusty water.
