CafeChatNoir

and wireless and the ability (and temps) to post from my deck in the middle of the night.

It’s been a long week. Funny how being there for a friend who may be going through something big & scary can take as much, if not more, out of you than if you were going through it yourself. A professional chauffeur would have been much less affected by the entire situation that I was…

Went out for drinks tonight and made a new friend, in a matter of speaking. She’s a friend of a friend and apparently had a VERY rough week and as happens with those types of weeks, her regular Friday night drinks hit her like a Mac truck. Given that our mutual friend is a guy, and her gentleman friend is a guy (well, being a “gentleman friend” kinda says it) when it all came down on her like a ton of bricks, guess who was her escort to the ladies room for the remainder of the evening? Bless her heart, she was mortified (as we all are when such things occur) and I spent a lot of time reassuring her that we have ALL been there. I just finally flat out said, “Not to pry, but have you had some ugly emotionaln upheaval this week?” - and the answer was a resounding, ‘oh, hells yes’. Bingo - that type of thing will flatten you faster than any number of Jagerbombs will. (Been there, done that - puked my guts up at my granddad’s’ 80th b-day after a couple drinks and a toast that indicated he’d not be around much longer…)

She had arrangements to get home that were superseded by the bartender calling one of her daughters (of age) and I spent a couple minutes letting her daughter know that her Mom was mortified, and bless her, she said the same thing I had told her Mom - we’ve ALL been there. Yay for kids who understand but would otherwise never admit to their parents: that emotions + a few drinks = puking.

I did have someone ask me why I even speak w/ Cpt Jackass* anymore, as in his eyes, ‘he treats you like crap’ - to be honest, I couldn’t even tell you, but I find that I’m happy and I tend to look at the world differently when I’m around him - and I like it - so who knows. And frankly, he’s never asked me to change, which I can’t say of any other guy I’ve ever been involved with on any level.

And as I’m sitting here on my deck, I get a text from the Captain telling me how he just managed to pet a wild fox that wandered into his yard. Why am I the one that gets that news vs. anyone else on the planet? Well, hell, draw your own conclusions on that one, cause I am just going with jealousy over the fact that I have NEVER gotten to pet a fox around here.

* Someone that I’ve come to know & expect his ups & downs. For those of you that are familiar with the poem of “people come into your life for a reason/a season/a lifetime” - he probably only qualifies in the “reason” category, but it wouldn’t bother me if I was wrong on that one.