I confined myself to one bar last evening–Sloppy Joe’s. I had dinner at home waiting in the crockpot, so I didn’t feel compelled to go crawling around the Barrio. Young Mary came to meet me there, and my pals Jim, Chris, and Steve were also in attendance.
The beers were flowing freely, well, not exactly freely, but in abundance. When someone treated me to one, I, of course, reciprocated. And I was also paying for Mary’s beverages.
When it was time to call it a night, Mary joined me at my place. I served her some pot roast, and she paid the ultimate compliment, “This is so good I don’t need any rice with it.” I made strawberry-banana smoothies for dessert.
Mary spent the night, and we shared some intimate moments. It was nice to wake up this morning in someone’s arms. It’s been a long time, and I’ve missed it. Buddy and Lucky seem quite fond of her as well.
Mary left for home, and I headed out for the Friday hike. We had a nice misadventure in the Castillejos countryside that I’ll share more about tomorrow. I’m just now back home and have the SOB on the horizon. Tonight’s a rather special occasion because I’ve invited someone to join me that I’ve known for quite some time but have yet to date. I’m not going to characterize this as anything romantic at this point; she is in the early stages of recovery from a lost love and doesn’t need any pressure from me adding to her burdens. My goal is to be whatever she may need during this time of transition, and we’ll see what happens.
Just another day in the life, but I’m feeling more positive about the road I’m on.
Looks to be roughly 15-25-minute intervals with those drinks. And from about 4:15 to 7 o’clock. Good God, how many trips to the toilet is that?
I’d be happy to try the pot roast, but you can hold the sex.
The story of your misadventure sounds promising.
I haven’t yet been in a bar that puts a “time stamp” by each round. Is this something common there, or just something Sloppy Joes does. I like it and seems like a good idea – helps minimize any potential bar tab disputes.
Brian, I honestly almost never look at my tab beyond the bottom line in any bar. I looked at the Sloppy Joe’s bill because I was a little surprised I had spent so much in such a short time frame, but it was all legit. I agree, though, that it is a good method for avoiding disputes. BarCelona makes you initial the receipt for every drink ordered, and several other bars have you sign off on lady drinks. I tend to trust the bars I drink in but admittedly do so at my potential peril.
Yes, that’s about my standard per-bottle drinking pace, although I can stretch out longer as circumstances warrant.
Hmm, you just gave me an idea–I could market my pot roast as an aphrodisiac. Of course, I would only serve it to female guests under those circumstances.