Why am I so irritable on this nice sunny Friday? I'm going to say a mixture of things.
First, I think I managed to offend one of my followers, they left me. It's their fault for reading past the fucking warning.
Second, I slept like shit, and this coffee isn't doing the trick.
Third, my second job isn't putting as much money into my pocket as I was hoping it was going to. Fucking people need to learn to tip better.
Forth, for those of you that weren't on twitter last night, or that don't follow me on there (shame on you) I went out with Ride Home girl last night for drinks. More on this later.
Fifth, the weather forecast for the weekend went from "Wahoo, sunshine!" to "What the fuck is a funnel cloud doing over downtown?"
Sixth, I still have a very long day ahead of me.
I suppose I do have some things to be happy about. WTFW, or for those of you that just plain suck at acronyms, "What the Fuck Wednesday" was a success. It is officially my most popular post.
Tomorrow I don't have to work.
The last reason to be slightly happy today is I still have my legs and they still work. Yay for being able to walk. Go Me.
So I know some of you are dying to find out what happened last night with Ride Home girl. I'm afraid to say that nothing, abso-fucking-lutely nothing.
She tells me that she is getting people to go out for drinks because it is her last day. I waited around for her to be off work so that I could either give her a ride home or go out for drinks with her.
We go out for drinks. Sounds all crazy romantic right? It wasn't. There was Me, three other guys, and her. I mean I've never run a train on a girl before, and I don't plan on it, so this wasn't shaping up to be much of anything.
We are at the first bar, one of the guys didn't bring his ID so he gets kicked out, we follow, even though I knew that no matter where we went he was going to get ID'd and even said as much. Second bar, same thing. Finally after much diliberation, FINALLY, everyone decides that we should go to a restaurant so that even if they ID him he can just not order alcohol. We go to this nice quaint little family restaurant that did last call at 11. Exciting stuff. I had time for one beer.
So everyone is slowly starting to leave and Ride Home girl says, "Hero, Can you take me home?"
Of course I can, and I do. However on the ride home she informs me that her and another one of the guys, that doesn't have a day job, are going to go out clubbing and have a dance or 12. Great.
I drop her off outside her apartment and get out and give her a hug. She leaves for California tomorrow to go to school. She tells me that she isn't going to go out tonight but has to pack.
I go home. The end.
A rather anti-climatic ending to the Ride Home girl saga. What a disappointing story, where surprise surprise, I am Not the Hero yet again.
(What the fuck is up with my mood today, I'm so irritable it is pissing me off)