Rachel, a twenty dollar bill, and the mouse.
First I would like to say I'm sorry for waking you up last night Little Katie :( I felt really bad but its not uncommon for us to be up this late talking online or whatever sometimes and it being the weekend and all I didnt think a call was entirely out of the question. Plus I was all excited over the events that evening. We'll get to that in a minute. So friday at work was a day from hell. I still felt like shit when I got up (I felt like shit all day for that matter) and then when I get to work I found out that umm only like 3 or 4 people showed up. And of those that showed, they dont have to the same work I do (least far as they're concerned)and so I was fucking overloaded with calls, patients, students, you name it. It was the worst fucking day and being sick didnt make matters any better. So when the gang asked me if I wanted to go to the bar after work sick or no (cause I'm sure the loud smokey atmosphere is the ticket to speedy recovery) I jumped at the chance. They said 6 or 630, which means 7 or in my case 715 after I find a spot to park and walk down. So I get there and find the odd assortment of dental students I've befriended and low and behold there sits heather (the girl who tried to fix me up with the vet) and shes got another of her friends (who I met at the blind date in question) Rachel with her. Now Rachel and I talked a bit back then, so we at least knew each other, and I can understand her position since I was in it last time being all alone with somebody elses friends. As soon as we saw each other I just had a feeling. Rachel is cute by the way Cac hahaha. Anyway we got better acquainted as the night rolled on and things were starting to look promising. She likes hockey and I have tickets to one more game. So before I knew it we had a quasi date planned for next thursday. I'm feeling pretty great right about then, so I'm up for the next round. I go to the bar and lean on the rail to get the bar tenders eye and I just glance down for no apparent reason and I'm practically standing on a $20 bill! So I look around, nobodys to interested so I pick it up and pocket it. Then the drunk to my left looks over at me and I'm like oh here it comes and he raises his hand in the air, looks me over, and gives me a shaky drunk high five. hahahaah! I laff and say right on brother, take my drinks and my new $20 and join Rachel again. So we do the getting to know you stuff, and just talk all night. I dont even know how it happened because neither of us drank that much at all but before I know it Rachel was in my arms and we were kissing and holding hands. Now she teaches 4th grade and around 1230 or so shes fading fast worn out from the day. Her friend has bumped into some other people and left us a while ago but they came together. So I steal her back and drive the girls home. Rachel is up with me, held hands to their place. We let Heather out and went to kiss goodbye and ended up kissing for a good while neither of us really wanting to go. Heather eventually called her from inside hahaha. So I said I'd call her today and made a date for next thursday and I left. About half way home my low fuel light comes on. Shit! I only had like a couple bucks on me. Then I remember, the $20!! Yes! So I make it to the station and go to pay. Well after hours all transactions are handled through a little open/close thing at the window of the gas station or whatever. So I say I want 20 on pump 9 and she opens the thing and I place my money in. Now at the same time I got there this cute waitress/bartender type does too and is standing like right on top of me. Anyway I put my money in and a big wind gust kicks up all at once and it goes flying away! Well the chick runs after it and stomps on it and catches it! Yet another lucky fucking break. So we're laffs and I'm thanking her and I go pump my gas and go home. I'm kicking my heels up as I amble back to my apartment. I get in, still marveling at my luck and switch on my floor lamp when a plump grey/black mouse fucking falls from the lamp (or jumped) and dashes for cover under my microwave stand! Wtf!?! So I shake it out to try and get the thing and hes fucking disappeared. I have thus named him Lucky. It never fails to amaze me how a day can start out one way and by the end completely turn around like you never fucking thought possible. Saturday television is awful during the day my god.