David calls in the afternoon and we make plans to drink beer later. I sit at my desk until 5 o’clock and head to the grocery store for something for dinner. I pick up hot dogs and head home. I fry up the hot dogs and David walks in as I finish eating. “Smells like meat,” he tells me. We drink beer and play poker and listen to Neil Young. Nelly calls and we make plans to meet her and Maureen at the bar later. We get there and there’s a ten dollar cover so we keep walking to the next bar and order something to drink. I call Nelly and tell her we don’t want to pay cover but she says to come anyway. I put my drink under my jacket and walk toward the exit. There’s a young guy at the door who says I can’t leave with a beer under my jacket. I try to reason with him, but he isn’t interested. He watches me finish the beer and I try to make small talk but I’ve got nothing to say and he doesn’t care to talk anyway. Next door I walk right past the door guy like I’ve already paid. He doesn’t say anything. I order drinks for David and I. Nelly gets me to order one for her as well. Maureen askes if I’m buying for everyone but her, so I order a beer for Maureen too. We drink our drinks and watch a band playing on the stage. I know one of the band guys and he says “Samson’s here” into the mic between songs. I smile and wave hi. His name is Thomas Darling and he used to be roommates with my buddy Alan. When the band is done I notice Thomas’ girlfriend across the room and head over to say hi. I have no idea what her name is, even though I ask her almost every time I see her. I chat her up for a while talking about nothing. I have no idea what I’m talking about, but I keep opening my mouth and words keep coming out. She laughs a couple of times, so I must be saying something right. I have a couple of drinks, then David Nelly Maureen and I head out to another bar. It isn’t too busy and Maureen sees some people she knows and sits down at their table. David and Nelly find a table by the window and I order us some drinks. I’m feeling pretty drunk so I order water to take a little break. I get back to the table and Nelly starts talking shit. Or maybe she isn’t talking shit but it feels like she is and I’m not in the mood. I sit there for a while, but then get tired of it and decide to go. I put on my jacket and scarf and walk out into the cold. I walk past Wendy on my way out and I’m disappointed that I didn’t have a chance to talk to her. I’m probably too drunk anyway. Wendy is a waitress and a dark haired indie girl that is just my type. We ran into each other a few weeks ago at another bar and I chatted her up a little. I was looking forward to round two, but it’ll have to wait for another day.
