Goodbye, heart. Hey, not so fast! We just met.
Rainy season has arrived. Big storm passing through delayed my departure from home, but I timed a break in the rain right, and I made it to It Doesn’t Matter dry. Another cloudburst left me stuck there longer than I intended, but I eventually made it to John’s place for some supper. I had a Philly cheesesteak sandwich and got takeout bulgogi and rice for Joy at Hideaway. On the way there, I picked up a roasted chicken from Chooks for the other girls. A few beers later, I was back on the highway and headed for Cheap Charlies.
I was in for a bit of a surprise when I arrived. I still have my old girls on ignore, and my new favorite wasn’t working. So, I settled in, expecting I’d be drinking alone. And then a cute young thing (25, no kids) sat down next to me and said, “Hello, John.” I asked her if we had met before, and she told me, yes, but she had been back in her province for the past two years, and this was her first night working again at Cheap Charlies. Well, welcome back. Get yourself a drink. And what was your name again? “Marilou.” Good to see you!
I asked if she was on Facebook, and she told me we were already friends. I opened my messenger, and there she was. I saw our last communication was where she was asking for help for her sick mother last year. I hadn’t responded because I didn’t remember who she was, and I get similar requests frequently. I felt bad when I learned that her mother had passed away. I bought her another drink and told her all my new old jokes she hadn’t heard during her absence. She laughed hilariously and maybe even sincerely. We chatted some, and she expressed interest in joining me on a hike one day. Since it was her first day at work, she doesn’t know when her scheduled day off will be, but she promised to let me know, and we’d get together then. Stay tuned for what happens (or doesn’t) next.
Finished my evening at Kamto and had a pleasant enough time. There was one guy there, an old fat Brit I didn’t know. But I overheard him talking about my friend and saying, “I have enough money to win her.” He obviously doesn’t know her the way I do, but it made me sad to know he saw her that way. I wasn’t in the mood for a train wreck, so I called it a night.
This morning Facebook slapped me with this memory:
Oh, well. That old fat guy no longer exists, but the belly lives on.
I did my usual Monday morning Baloy Beach walk.
And here we are, another Hash this afternoon, then back to the beach for the On-Home at Treasure Island. You can read all about it here tomorrow.
I saw your lips I heard your voice Believe me I just had no choice Wild horses couldn't make me stay away I thought about a moonlit night My arms about good an' tight That's all I had to see for me to say Hey, hey, hello Mary Lou, goodbye heart Sweet Mary Lou, I'm so in love with you I knew Mary Lou, we'd never part So hello Mary Lou, goodbye heart
Those vocative commas (lesson 5!) will kill ya’.
Hello, Marylou.
Goodbye, heart.
You obviously know the rule because you wrote:
…sat down next to me and said, “Hello, John.”
Consistency!
D’oh. In my zeal to correct commas, I ended up misspelling “Marilou.”
Mea culpa.
Wow.
If you were able to get such a good lady with that huge belly, I am sure you’re just gonna be fine in your thinner version .
I haven’t been reading enough to know who Marilou is, but I am glad to see that you’ve got your hopes up.
What’s happening 😕 with your bargirl friends 🤔 Is that tit-for-tat for their misdeeds?
Usually you’d show your displeasure by not patronizing the establishment at all . Maybe Cheap Charlie’s is your home bar 🍸
As always
Thanks for the writing ✍️
Welcome back, James. I wouldn’t say I’ve got any real hopes for Marilou. She seems nice, and I’ve got plenty of time on my hands if she wants to hang out some when she’s not working. We’ll see what happens when it happens.
I enjoy Cheap Charlies, but it is just one of many options. Some of the girls there took advantage of my generosity, but I just ignore them now. I’ve got a couple of others vying for my lady drinks now, so it’s all good.
Kevin, in my defense, I was quoting this line from the song lyrics: “So hello Mary Lou, goodbye heart” for the title and beginning of the post. That doesn’t make it right, but that’s my excuse. I pulled the lyrics from one of those sites that publish the song lyrics, but that doesn’t mean they get it right either. Sometimes they even get the words wrong, so punctuation is probably not a priority. I changed the spelling of Mary Lou to match the name of the gal I was talking about, so I could have fixed the comma problem but didn’t.
Anyway, I’ve been trying to do better with punctuation, and I appreciate your pointing out the errors of my ways.
Yeah, lyricists are grammatical idiots. And the people who maintain those websites are worse.