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You know there's a reason...

why I don't drink much. Much less going out to bars. Much less going out to bars midweek. It's not so much the alcohol, it's all the damned cigarette smoke. I was fine when I got home last night but this morning, I felt like I'd been beaten with an ugly stick. So much so that I didn't even go out for my morning walk. Which of course doesn't help my weight loss plan. I was dragging all morning and I was a little late to work which was not good since I had a photo shoot scheduled for 9:15. So as soon as I got into the parking lot, John Gorman was waiting for me. I ran to my office, turned on the light and the computer and slapped a note on my office door that said "PHOTO SHOOT"

I've gotten into a mode at the office where everyone needs me for something latety. You'd think I'd become the administrative coordinator for everyone else's projects since my promotion. Still it's job security. Could be worse. No one could need me.

Since kevin broke his back, we don't have a photographer we can just call on to run out and shoot things for the books. Plus I'm increasingly getting requests to work my photographic and illustrative magic in-house so I agreed to go do this photo shoot with John this moring. Plus any excuse to get out of the building for awhile is a welcome one. It was at the local Toyota/Lexus dealership. Shots of the service desk, shots of the repair shop which was so new and clean you could honestly eat off the floor. It's a brand new facility. All state of the art. Computers everywhere. It wouldn't matter what the pay was, it would be a joy to work there. After the shoot, John and I tooled around the local dealerships looking at used cars and chatting. We got back around 10:30 and I was starting to recover from last night.

Around 9 last night, Deb's cousin Gwen called to say she had been at a convention all day down at the Pere Marquette Hotel and wondered if we wanted to come down for some drinks in the bar. Deb said she was fading already but I should go. So I did. I don't get out much and I don't get to see Gwen as often as I used to. Ten years ago when I first met Gwen, she and another girl and I used to go out at least on Friday and Saturday night if not other nights of the week to drink and play pool or sometimes go roading if we were bored. We were a generally flirty group at least within our group and protective of each other. Gwen is naturally flirty anyway. I don't think she's ever really gotten past the days of her youth as a party animal. But hey, she raises her kids and she gets up for work in the morning no matter how hard she parties the night before so I can't say anything bad about her. It was probably 4 to six months of going out with her and the other girl before I even realized she was married. Her nad Rob just have a real "You go your way and I'll go mine" attitude when it comes to their entertainment. Rob likes ot go out and have a few drinks but he's not a flirt and hes not the type to get up and dance a lot. He also doesn't say much. It took me a long time to get to know Rob. Now we are fishing buddies but he still doesn't say much.I got to the hotel bar around 9:45. Gwen was there already, chatting it up with some of the other convention people. It was a convention for cell phone retailers. I guess everyone has to have a convention. The woman that was hosting it locally was buying everyone drinks. I tried a couple of times to either by my own or Gwen's but was quickly shut down by the host so I stopped trying though in general I don't let women buy me drinks.

Gwen introduced me as her personal jeweler to a couple of people. Thanks Gwen, you probably got me some business. We had a good conversation. apparently the ongoing fued between her and Robbie is still a topic of popular conversation in Rushville. I don't know if that fight will ever get resolved. I'm trying to stay out of it since they are both friends of mine. So far it hasn't gotten to the point of either one giving the ulimatum of him or me that so often happens. Gwen has become the subject of rumors again. One of the downfalls of small town life. Though I'd say there were more positives than negatives on that score. Apparently Gwen is the town slut again. She was the town slut for a couple years and then she was the town lesbian slut. Now she's back to heterosexual slut status. Supposedly sleeping with Chad, one of Rob's best friends and Kenny who owns a catfish pond we all like to fish sometimes. Some of the rendezvous are actually suposedly taking place in their camp trailer parked outside their house. I asked Gwen why in all the rumors that have circulated about her, she's never been accused of sleeping with me? What am I chopped liver? I can truthfully say that Gwen is way too lazy to do half the stuff that people accuse her of. Cheating on your husband with several people takes way too much organization that Gwen doesn't have.

Gradually the convention people started to depart for Sully's, Babes and other local bars. Gwen joked we ought to go over to Big Al's, the strip joint. Strip clubs are not my thing really. I don't like paying for the expectation of something and then not getting it. But it would have been fun to go over there with Gwen so I told her I'd pay if she wanted to go. We ended up just staying at the hotel bar and talking though. Finally about midnight she wanted to go to bed so I saw her up to her room and hugged her goodnight. Then I went back down and tipped the bartender a ten and left. Lots of times when people put a bar tab on their room check (as the host was doing) they don't leave an appropriate tip. The bartender had served Gwen 5 drinks and me three while I was there so she deserved it. Then I drove on home and promptly fell asleep on the couch until 3 am when I woke up with a stiff neck and went to bed. Only to wake up feeling like I was dead. Won't be doing that on a work night again anytime soon.



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Sep. 28th, 2005 09:04 pm (UTC)
I know what you mean about the cigarette smoke. I've been known to smoke if I have a few drinks. But,I can't stay in bars that aren't well ventilated ( which is most of them) The last time I tried I got a migraine and kept it for 2 days.
Sep. 28th, 2005 09:06 pm (UTC)
It just kills my sinuses. It's not too bad while I'm there but later...I really feel it.

Sep. 28th, 2005 09:07 pm (UTC)
I can truthfully say that Gwen is way too lazy to do half the stuff that people accuse her of.

Heh...I've heard of the insanity defense, but the lazy defense sounds like how most of my students plan to beat the rap following their future crime sprees.

"But your Honor, I'm far too lazy to have held up a bank. Just ask my high school chem teacher."

I'm just waiting to be called as a character witness.
Sep. 28th, 2005 09:11 pm (UTC)
I read your recent post. I can understand your frustration with your students. I'd say that a solution would be to threaten to light any stray chemicals on fire put that would assume they actually paid attention when you explained which chemicals were flamable.

Sep. 29th, 2005 01:09 am (UTC)
There's pros and cons to everything, and I'd say the pros of a good night out, where everything goes nice and well, you catch up with good friends and have a good time, outweigh the cons of a smokey smell and a hangover the next day. So I'm glad you had a nice night out. :)

Don't rule out doing it again - cause you know you might. ;) And it could very well be worth it.

Sep. 29th, 2005 02:23 pm (UTC)
Oh yeah, it doesn't happen all that often. It's just a reminder of why I don't do it all the time anymore.

Sep. 29th, 2005 02:51 am (UTC)
Here in NY, you cannot smoke inside public places at all anymore. So no more smokey bars. I don't frequent them anyway, but it's fun to ride by them in the winter and see the customers huddled outside in the cold getting that drag. LOL.
Sep. 29th, 2005 02:24 pm (UTC)
It's starting to get that way here. We have several restaurants that have gone smoke free and it's a welcome thing for me at least.

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