tonight didn't begin well, but it ultimately didn't suck. i didn't feel well earlier, so i skipped a party and stayed home until 11:30. at that point, i met some friends at our bar. (no, we don't own the place, but it's still OUR BAR. i'll put it this way . . . our credit is good and if any of us want some asshole gone, then he's gone.) so, i go downtown to meet my friends and immediately run into my most recent ex. (God really does play the best practical jokes.) then she decides to not only hang out with us, but also ignore me while making pseudo-subtle passes at my friend. yes, he also dated her at one time (long story) but we both got the distinct impression that she was doing it to fuck with me. she eventually left which didn't bug me in the least. i then did the obligatory-new-year's-text-message-and-phone-call thing.
the night was uneventful thereafter. we hung out until the lights got bright. mike flirted with his ex while thomas and i started cleaning. (i told you it was our bar.) the night ended with me hanging out and goofing off with some good friends.
i'm now back home, shoes off, nursing a beer. i'd like to think that this is the theme of the new year: relaxed. the last year (and a half) was, for lack of a better term, a real bitch. i don't believe in signs of things to come, but that doesn't mean i don't look for them. if my next year turned out like my last few hours, i wouldn't mind at all.
the night was uneventful thereafter. we hung out until the lights got bright. mike flirted with his ex while thomas and i started cleaning. (i told you it was our bar.) the night ended with me hanging out and goofing off with some good friends.
i'm now back home, shoes off, nursing a beer. i'd like to think that this is the theme of the new year: relaxed. the last year (and a half) was, for lack of a better term, a real bitch. i don't believe in signs of things to come, but that doesn't mean i don't look for them. if my next year turned out like my last few hours, i wouldn't mind at all.