[wednesday]

so wednesday night nikki and i finally had the same night open. it's been a long time since we last went out. our plan of seeing a movie was changed the moment she got into my car. "i need a drink, it's been a bad day." so we made our way to the pub. 68 degrees in the middle of januray found us parking downtown and walking to our favorite place without our coats. it was kind of packed for the middle of the week so we made our way to the back of the bar. nikki ordered her beer and i asked for my midori sour.

bartender: just midori and sour?
me: yeah?
bartender: nothing else?
me: um, nope?
bartender: how boring.
me: wow, thanks.
bartender: were you in here last week drinking these?
me: i don't think so.
bartender: oh, well someone was.
me: someone equally as boring i guess.

how do these odd conversations always seem to find their way to me? nikki asked me twenty times what i was drinking. i told her that it was her kind of drink and to try it. she loved it and said she was going to get it the next time she went out. she of course had to ask me every thirty minutes what it was, and then repeat it to herself so she could remember for the next time. i heart her. out of nowhere this homeless person made his way to us and sat on the stool next to nikki. this members only jacket wearing mother fella could not take his eyes off of nikki's purse sitting on the bar. she had her back to him, facing me. so i kept my eye on him watching the purse expecting him to grab it and make a mad dash for the door. it was odd. he just sat there looking at it not ordering anything. he finally struck up a conversation with her, about her purse. he asked her about the designer and how much it cost, and then asked if he could touch it. i wasn't sure if i was dreaming or if we were getting punk'd. we finally decided to leave captain crazy and head over to the other side of the bar, by the jukebox. we couldn't stop laughing. nikki told me, "usually guys hit on me, that was the first time anyone has hit on my purse." so we played our songs on the old jukebox, i could tell it missed us since it had been a while since we were last there. i played ryan adams, as always nikki thought i played bryan adams since she has no idea there is a ryan and not just a bryan. midori sour. then i picked some killers-mr. brightside, garbage, and to round out the cool factor a little avril. what can i say, i'm a sucker for my happy ending. i think a cute guy was attempting to flirt with me. i'm really horrible at reading things. i need it in writing to be sure, notarized and witnessed. i never make the first move, even if interest is there i spend the entire night doubting it to the point where i watch the guy walk out the door. but we walked by this guy and two girls and the guy turned and looked at me as we stopped at the jukebox right next to them. after a few seconds he leaned over and asked if we knew where this other bar was. i of course was too afraid to talk to him so i talked to one of the girls instead, telling her i had no idea. she was smiley and nice and talked while we stood there. then we walked away. i tried the old standby move that never fails and sat at the table behind them, just hidden by the jukebox. so he slowly turned in his seat and sat so he could see his friends and see us at the same time. they seemed to like our songs and laughed and sang along when our selections came on. but like nikki said, "who wouldn't? everyone wants to be us." he was cute and tall, brown hair, and blah blah blah it went nowhere because i was too afraid to make any sort of move. yes i watched them leave, and i think he might have waved but i looked down at my phone pretty quickly to avoid any eye contact. lame. we decided to try and find the bar that they were heading to, but couldn't find it. since it was so warm out we just decided to walk around and look for another bar. none of the places to dance were open, so we just picked a random bar and sat down. by this point i had stopped drinking but nikki was toasted. she kept leaning into me and came close to falling asleep a few times, so we headed home. she of course woke up in time to demand some taco bell. she chowed down in the car and promised that she wouldn't make a mess. even in the dark i could see bits of lettuce flying all over the place. sure enough, when she got out, she left a little taco trail all over my seat and probably all the way inside. maybe she was leaving a trail so the purse freak could find his way to her. who knows.