last night i met up with nikki1 and B at the pub we used to practically live in. after thinking about it i realized i hadn't been there since st. patrick's day 2005. i'm not really sure why we stopped going there, i guess it was a combination of things, nikki1 moved further away from it, after my car accident and surgery last spring i really haven't gone to many bars, G works all the time... whatever the reason, we stopped. i met them on the back patio last night, drinking outside is one of my favorite things ever so the night was pretty close to perfection. close except for the redneck country fest that was going on at the bar next door. the band was so annoying, so loud and so so bad. so we sat and talked. nikki1 asked me if i was late because i had a hard time trying to find a parking spot. i told her it was that and the fact that i wound up driving the wrong way down a one-way street. leave it to me i suppose. mr. m my driver's ed teacher would be so proud. i didn't realize what had happened until i was half-way up the street. i told them that no one died because of my actions so i guess things could have been worse. and i found a parking spot where i didn't have to pay, so that too was a bonus. well i didn't pay, whether i was supposed to or not is i guess another issue entirely. i noticed that the cute bartender that ms. k. and i were flirting with on st. patrick's day was still working there, and still wearing a tie. i guess that must be his thing. i thought about sitting at the bar and striking up a conversation with him about ryan adams like we did last time, but decided that i was pretty comfortable in my patio seat. plus the waitress forgot to make me pay for my beer, so i thought it was best to order my drinks from her. it turned out to be a relatively inexpensive night. after a few drinks we decided to find a bar with a much better music environment. we passed a prostitute on the street. i asked nikki1 if what we saw was indeed a lady of the evening and she agreed that she was. B scolded us for being mean. i just said i was excited because i'd never seen one up close before. so we found our way to the dance bar that was above us and made our way to the booth. there were about twenty people in the bar, not sure what that was about. the music was good, i felt bad for the dj since no one was on the dance floor. i wanted to tell him i was pretty sure it wasn't his fault, as i passed him on my way to the restroom, but sadly i only had two beers so i wasn't feeling brave enough to approach strangers last night. G was downtown as well but in a different part. i was trying to get her to meet up with us but her friend kept her kind of busy. she did finally meet us at the dance bar, about two minutes after we left. i called her from the car on the way home and found out she was trying to meet us. she was disappointed. i told her if i would have known that she would eventually find i would have waited for her. we said our goodnights, i took a wrong turn and found myself in crackville. i did find the one road that my driver's ed instructor and my parents warned me to avoid at all costs when i first got my license. it's in the kind of neighborhood where people get murdered in the street in the middle of the day, and the people who witness it just kind of look the other way. so it was comforting to look up and see the street sign as i stoped at a red light. that was when i decided to drive just a wee bit faster and roll my windows up. i did make it home without any attempts being made on my life so i guess the evening ended up being not so bad after all.

as we walked to our cars to head home...
nikki1: can you tell my pants are unbuttoned?
B: no, can you tell mine are?
me: am i the only one trying to keep my clothes on here?