Tuesday, November 19, 2013
What I am thankful for...
Last Christmas, I was thankful for this sight...
I wouldn't mind finding this Santa under my tree. I'll even let him eat cookies in bed. ;)
A few months ago I got a bug up my ass on a Thursday night and decided to go do karaoke in a bar I don't often frequent. Every once in a while I ditch my entourage of drinking buddies that normally surround me and go for something new..ish. I choose to tell people that I just need to get out of my comfort zone when I do this, but really I do it for the different crowd of guys. The down part of this is that the bartenders and KJ's don't know who I am/remember me so the service and drinks pours tend to be sub par.
Oh the things I have to give up just to try and meet new people. Life is hard, you guys.
So once of these random Thursdays I popped into a little bar called Blue Monkey. The night was almost completely a bust for me with only a few people including me in conversations. Mainly a gentleman that was probable old enough to be my father. I think he was the only one that may have even purchased a drink for me.
Ugh.
Eventually I noticed this good looking, buff guy coming over to order a few drinks for his table. Apparently I have one of those faces that looks like someone everyone has met sometime in their life. Hell, if might always actually be me and I just don't remember them. Kind of like the Audrey/Lucy/Sarah character on Haven, but slightly more fermented. Anyway, he told me he had just gotten out of the military (that explained the muscles) and was moving back to Memphis. Now, this part of the conversation made me aware of a few things:
-The possibility of him knowing me or about me was low which is awesome. Everyone seems to know everyone in this city. It is close to impossible to date someone that hasn't dated someone you know or vice versa.
-He is single.
Then I noticed the Lucero tattoo on his bicep. Cartoon hearts exploded from my eyes. We exchanged numbers and a few texts. Perhaps it's about time to track him down for those drinks we talked about.
This past Thursday I decided to go to the same place and found not only one, but TWO hot guys that were passing trough from Nashville to Illinois. I remember that they are in a band and were doing radio spots, but not touring. The first hottie was Noah (drool). I can't remember the other guy's name off the top of my head. Of course they were surrounded by women, but were kind enough to ignore all and speak with me for a while, which totally threw me off. I need to track those guys down, too. One of my friends said their band name is GIRLGIRL, I think. Hrm. Great asses.
I'll be stalking around a wine night tonight trying to not let myself drink more than one bottle. Hangovers are nasty after 1+ and the nights get a little spotty.
Stay warm, babies.
Oh the things I have to give up just to try and meet new people. Life is hard, you guys.
So once of these random Thursdays I popped into a little bar called Blue Monkey. The night was almost completely a bust for me with only a few people including me in conversations. Mainly a gentleman that was probable old enough to be my father. I think he was the only one that may have even purchased a drink for me.
Ugh.
Eventually I noticed this good looking, buff guy coming over to order a few drinks for his table. Apparently I have one of those faces that looks like someone everyone has met sometime in their life. Hell, if might always actually be me and I just don't remember them. Kind of like the Audrey/Lucy/Sarah character on Haven, but slightly more fermented. Anyway, he told me he had just gotten out of the military (that explained the muscles) and was moving back to Memphis. Now, this part of the conversation made me aware of a few things:
-The possibility of him knowing me or about me was low which is awesome. Everyone seems to know everyone in this city. It is close to impossible to date someone that hasn't dated someone you know or vice versa.
-He is single.
Then I noticed the Lucero tattoo on his bicep. Cartoon hearts exploded from my eyes. We exchanged numbers and a few texts. Perhaps it's about time to track him down for those drinks we talked about.
This past Thursday I decided to go to the same place and found not only one, but TWO hot guys that were passing trough from Nashville to Illinois. I remember that they are in a band and were doing radio spots, but not touring. The first hottie was Noah (drool). I can't remember the other guy's name off the top of my head. Of course they were surrounded by women, but were kind enough to ignore all and speak with me for a while, which totally threw me off. I need to track those guys down, too. One of my friends said their band name is GIRLGIRL, I think. Hrm. Great asses.
I'll be stalking around a wine night tonight trying to not let myself drink more than one bottle. Hangovers are nasty after 1+ and the nights get a little spotty.
Stay warm, babies.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
11/12/13
Recently, one of my friends, whom I don't get the opportunity to see very often, pointed out that the vast majority of my stories end up starting with "So I met this guys the other night when I was at (name of bar here)...." Of course, usually I forget which guy I may have mentioned which time during which situation and, of course, the more alcohol I consume during the evening, the more my stories end up blending together. Often has the thought of jotting down my exploits crossed my mind just as kind of a reference tool since Jameson Irish Whiskey usually wipes my internal human hard drive clean within a few days.
So I figured today was just as good of a day as any to finally start blogging.
I don't know for sure where this blog is going to take me, or even if my lazy ass can tear myself away from watching Netflix instant watch long enough to update, but we will see how this goes. Just to get in to the flow of things, I'm going pull something totally uneventful from a few months ago.
So I met this guy at karaoke night. He usually hangs out with my friend Hilary. I know I tried to ask about him several times but didn't want to actually go up to her and ask about him because it was just easier to try and send her a facebook message from two tables away. Of course I would never get a response for a day or two later and she would have no idea who I was referring to. I have asked her about some of the hot guys she hangs out with before, but she usually tells me they are all gay.
Come to think of it, I think that has become her go to response any time I want to hit on one of her guy friends.
hmm
Anyway, one night I gathered up the courage (i.e. drank enough) to finally start talking to him. Apparently we had spoken before. I was drunk whenever that time was, too. Whatever. I kind of played it off and we had a great conversation about...something. I can't remember what. Hell, I can't even remember his name at this point. Can't say if we made out or not. I think I gave him my number, but if I saved his, I have no idea which one it is.
That usually ends up being a regular night. There was a guy I spoke to, maybe a few of them. Most of them I meet for the first time multiple times. If I can't remember their name or face, they are new to me. My go to line when that happens tends to be "Have I mentioned I like to drink?" Maybe I gave them my number. Maybe I made out with them once while I was in blackout mode. Maybe I hit one in the balls and threatened to stab him.
Oh geez, this is just sounding like a possible lawsuit.
What I am trying to say is that this might end up being a pretty cool blog. On the other hand, it might be the reason I am in court one day. I guess we will find out soon enough.
So I figured today was just as good of a day as any to finally start blogging.
I don't know for sure where this blog is going to take me, or even if my lazy ass can tear myself away from watching Netflix instant watch long enough to update, but we will see how this goes. Just to get in to the flow of things, I'm going pull something totally uneventful from a few months ago.
So I met this guy at karaoke night. He usually hangs out with my friend Hilary. I know I tried to ask about him several times but didn't want to actually go up to her and ask about him because it was just easier to try and send her a facebook message from two tables away. Of course I would never get a response for a day or two later and she would have no idea who I was referring to. I have asked her about some of the hot guys she hangs out with before, but she usually tells me they are all gay.
Come to think of it, I think that has become her go to response any time I want to hit on one of her guy friends.
hmm
Anyway, one night I gathered up the courage (i.e. drank enough) to finally start talking to him. Apparently we had spoken before. I was drunk whenever that time was, too. Whatever. I kind of played it off and we had a great conversation about...something. I can't remember what. Hell, I can't even remember his name at this point. Can't say if we made out or not. I think I gave him my number, but if I saved his, I have no idea which one it is.
That usually ends up being a regular night. There was a guy I spoke to, maybe a few of them. Most of them I meet for the first time multiple times. If I can't remember their name or face, they are new to me. My go to line when that happens tends to be "Have I mentioned I like to drink?" Maybe I gave them my number. Maybe I made out with them once while I was in blackout mode. Maybe I hit one in the balls and threatened to stab him.
Oh geez, this is just sounding like a possible lawsuit.
What I am trying to say is that this might end up being a pretty cool blog. On the other hand, it might be the reason I am in court one day. I guess we will find out soon enough.
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