Friday the 13th of 2009 Night life thoughts about love and local bars.

February 13, 2009 (Friday night)

Of all days, Friday the 13th, I convinced myself to go to a local bar with a few coworkers. A local band was playing there and I was told they played well and played great music. I arrived at the bar at the same time as my coworkers; which was good since I'd never been to this particular bar before. Opening the door was my first steps into another world, the overpowering scent of cologne and strong exotic, musky, floral, or even spicy perfumes mixed with the pungent stench of cigarette smoke and cheap beer. Mind you that was just the initial wall that hit you as you walked in to the darkened world of the neighborhood bar. The music was loud and echoed through the already packed room. The place was packed full, people standing, sitting, leaning even, close enough to hear your heartbeat if the music hadn't been so loud.

Men dressed to impress, drinking with friends in groups as they looked on like hounds on the hunt watching the women and admiring in their various states of drunkenness what they seen as possibly their next conquest. The women in their high heels, revealing clothing and too much perfume and hair products in some cases were just as entertaining to observe. As they talked too loud, eyed the men, danced with each other or alone it was apparent to most anyone paying attention that for the most part, its all in mostly harmless fun to go out to the bar for a few drinks with friends, coworkers, etc.

As I found a spot to sit toward the stage with my coworkers, my mind wandered as did my eyes around the bar. Between the men and their rowdy groups and the women it was more entertaining to just sit back and watch the various degrees of society mingle and clash.

Between the drinking and smoking I would notice that many times it didn't matter too much which of the opposite party took the first step, as it was all the same result. Men and women both coming on too strong or not strong enough in some cases were more challenging themselves to out do their friends in drink and the opposite sex than actually looking for that someone special. I came to a pretty good conclusion during my night, it doesn't matter what the date is, it revolves around one fact. That fact is simply that when the drinks start pouring, you can bet that most of the time common sense is running scared over the floor, through the cracks and out any window, door or other possible outside access just as fast.

I'm not saying it's impossible to meet someone you'll come to spend your days wanting nothing more than to be by their side and when you aren't, you miss them more than you ever thought possible. I'm just saying you are more likely to enjoy a one night stand but hey I'm not one to judge. I met my first love in middle school and we have a beautiful child together but unfortunately we are better friends than we were a married couple. The man who has my heart now I met at the racetrack and it's been a wild and amazing time since he took me off the "market" haha. I say enjoy the life you have now as it's the only one that is promised, and that's a shaky one every second so take them as they come and make the best of them.