Weird Weekend and Whatabuggery.

So on Thursday night, after the heavy rains of that day's morning, I felt like going out to celebrate the rain with some friends for an hour or two. I don't expect many of my readers to understand the celebration of rain, but I'll let you know that for most of the world any rain is a reason to celebrate. Anyway, it was to be an innocent two hour window in which would be the activities of conversing and relaxing. Isn't it funny how things never really pan out like we think.

When I first arrived at the bar an acquaintance (who loves my hair) was already three sheets to the wind and looming to my right talking about this and that in drunken slurs for about thirty minutes. It was kind of adorable as I knew he wasn't driving home, but then he deicided he was going to talk to a friend of a friend for me. I think he got the idea just because this friend of a friend is taller than me. I did not put him up to this, I even tried to stop him, and tried to explain that this friend of a friend already had a girlfriend and was there to do as I was there to do: to relax. After about ten minutes the acquaintance turns to me to tell me the friend of a friend has a girlfriend. Duh.

Shortly thereafter this other guy who was at the end of the bar and had been staring at me for the entire thirty minutes I was there with that creepy drunk stare guys get. He comes to my side, begins touching my arm and back to coax me into coming closer to him meanwhile I was slowly inching away. This guy was drunk, and not the cute drunk - this was an off-putting drunk. In addition he had bad teeth, a funny mouth, was a foot shorter than me, and resembled a potato. He asked me if I liked to party. "Sure," said I making a motion towards the surrounding bar, "it's a party here, everyone's having a good time."

He nodded drunkenly and turned away from me for two minutes then came back, and asked if I liked to party again. Only this time when he asked he pointed at his nose and sniffled. "No, that's not my kind of party." I said flatly looking around for one of the big fellas I might could use as a bouncer. Then the potato guy asked me if I was sure. "Yeah, I'm sure," I said and took a step away from him, "It's not my thing." He turned away from me again then turned stepped toward me and asked me to give him a 10 second party. "No." I said sternly and walked across the bar.

A minute later Chris was taking him outside, but he came back in and crossed the bar to me a few moments later. This time he took me by the elbow, and stood on his tip-toes and asked me if I would make a video for six grand. First of all, I know this guy doesn't have an extra six thousand dollars to spend on making a video, and secondly it doesn't matter how much f&#**^% money you offer me; six thousand or six million, I am not that kind of girl, and I will not become that kind of girl. All I said was, "No."

He left me alone for about an hour and that hour was okay then he stood behind me talking to someone else, but I could feel his eyes so I left.

On Friday I left my real job early as I was going to have to come in at the break of day Saturday for a meeting so I went to a cafe where I know a few people to sit and review the California Vehicle Code and the proposal for the new procedures in California. Even with myself being intently focused on the papers in front of me another short guy with bad teeth kept wanting to get my attention - even buying me a drink without asking if I was thirsty first, and then asking me to take a break long enough to talk to him. He wasn't vulgar or rude or stand-offish like the guy on thrursday night, but he definately wasn't my type- I'm not looking and I'm definately not looking for that. He became creepy after everytime I moved my eyes from the pages to rest them he was staring at me.

I then left and went down to put my few hours in at the bar for Friday night. It was a bit slow so I spent most of the time talking to one of the regulars who drinks very little and can hold a conversation about anything. I excused myself and went to the ladies room. He jokingly said he would join me. "In a different restroom." was my response. I went to the restroom and did my business. Whilst washing my hands in he walks making sure I knew he was there he then put his hands on my hips and wrapped me into a hug. I was very surprised. Not once had I ever thought about the chances of him liking me, and yes this is someone I would give a chance at getting to know if he were to ask me out on a real date, but in the 106 ladies room? No, I had stuff I needed to do, and I don't jump into hugging and rubbing unless I've been dating someone for a long time. I don't hook up in restrooms. I am a good Christian girl, and maybe my missionary/teacher parents raised me in such a way that sets me above some people, but who really wants a hook-up in a bathroom? I'm not going to mention his name as I still don't know what his intentions really are. It was a little awkward after that.

Saturday went to work, did the meeting, went home took a nap, got up headed to the bar. Was again given the stare by an older man with a white mustache and a wide fella who took up two barstools. I ended up managing to ignore them all night and somehow never had to talk to them.

After restocking the beer and what not (Which, by the way who in the hell drinks Sharps? I always have to restock the Sharps, but I nor anyone else has ever admitting to serving any. For those of you who aren't aware of Sharps-it's a low alcoholic brew made by the fine people at Miller with only .4 abv.) Anyway, after restocking the beer and leaving the bar at four in the morning I stopped at Whataburger for a whataveggie sandwich (lettuce, tomato, onion, jalapenos, pickles, mustard on a seseme seed bun), and the world's greatest hash browns. See not all burgers have meat or meat substitute in them. Anyway, the burger jockey working that night refused to make it; he just kept saying that he could put that stuff on a regular whataburger. "No meat" I said, "We don't have 'no meat'" he said. I just ordered a potato taquito instead which wasn't even wrapped up. Driving down Broadway at four in the morning whilst wrapping a taquito takes talent. Whatabuggery.

It's been a weird weekend. Here I am wanting to have some me time, and all I have is people trying to insert themselves in some fashion into my life.

Did laundry today, and went for a drive to clear my head, I just picked a direction and went. Traffic wasn't too heavy even in the city so the drive wasn't adding to stress so I kept going and going. Eventually the buildings became smaller and more spread apart, and i came upon an overpass where the streets go under the highway. When I crested the overpass I saw before me a great field of sprouting corn stalks and my heart skipped a beat just to see farmland.

It helps to be out in the open like that sometimes where there's no one for miles.

Have to work tomorrow, have other stuff to do today so I came back sooner than I would have liked.

Seriously needs to operate on my own time for a change,
Maddie

Currently hearing: America - "Tin Man"

PS
"We ain't got a 'no-meat' burger."