Y3 D58

Oh where oh where do we start today... how about the random things I just found in my house upon waking? A bottle of bacon hot sauce. Not too strange, but still odd... A piece of plastic chain with clamps on the end. A little more strange, but still not over the edge. A stamp on my hand that says "What the hell is this". I'd like to know. A random phone number with no name written on my other hand. Huh. Don't know who that belongs to.. But the winner? The hands down winner??? There's a fucking shopping cart in my living room. Yep. A shopping cart. I don't know where the fuck it came from. Well that's not true, I brought it home so I do know where it came from in that sense. What a fucked up weird ass day. Work in the morning was really challenging. I was not 100% but I had to function. I spent 4 hours on a morning conference call with a client doing a training session. This was immediately followed by a 2 hours company meeting. Nothing too exciting there except it was long and boring and it was mostly executive management rhetoric. After that I worked for a few hours on a client problem which I actually made some headway on. The best part was at around four our office manager came around with a tray of booze and a smile saying "afternoon beer?". Hell yes please.

Around 5 me and one of the guys from work left to go and find debauchery. And find it we did. We started at the local W bar because he was intent on finding women. Even though he is married. What the hell is with married guys who cheat? I don't fucking understand it. Anyway he didn't like the scene at the W so we went over to one of my favorite...

(Ok, there was a long gap in between the start of writing this post and now because the kid and I finally had a long overdue talk. More on that tomorrow)

restaurants where he proceeded to drink absinthe like water. I thought I was bad, but dear god. I was staying mostly sober as the plan was to head over to the burlesque show at 9:30 and it was only 6. Around 5 after this girl comes in and sits down by herself. I notice her and say to my friend 'how much you want to bet she is waiting for someone and they are going to be late?'. He says no she is alone. I give it twenty minutes and I go over to her. I was right. She ended up sitting back over with us and then went to the show with us. And that's when things got weird. I got her phone number but my buddy starts like actually touching her, like stroking her hair and rubbing her back. I was just like what the fuck is going on here? I just said screw it around 11 and left. No warning, no nothing. I just bailed. My friend texted me later and I told him I was tired and went home.

I get on the train and the baseball game had just let out and it was packed with drunken idiots. By this point I am almost completely sober. That's when I almost get into a fight. I should also mention that LO2 and I were texting pretty much the whole night. This kid gets on the train and starts yelling and being a jerk. His girlfriend tries to shut him up and he starts yelling at her. In my infinite wisdom tell him to shut the fuck up. I didn't get up or anything else. He started yelling at me and I told him to shut up and let us all enjoy our ride home. He started to walk towards me and I looked him right in the eye and said fine, come here. I wasn't about to get up for him. He must have seen that I wasn't screwing around because he decided to insult me, call me old, a 70s relic, etc and instead of doing something he started backing away. But I never moved, nor did I stop staring him down. It all ended peacefully but it got close. Real close.

Made it to the train station around 12:40 and was home by 1. I don't know what I should do about LO2, the girl whose number is on my hand, or the shopping cart. Lots to think about today...