Friday night was thankfully uneventful. Scott and I walk up to the bar hand in hand only to be greeted by The Musician, who was smoking in front of the door. He lit up, "Hey!" and I waved while walking right past him.
"That was the guy I dated right before you," I told Scott.
"I don't care. Did you sleep with him?"
"Nah, I stopped seeing him for you," and I leaned up and kissed him.
My friends and I ordered a two-liter beer and devoured it as quickly as we could. During The Musicians first song, he came around my table and danced with me, banging his tambourine on my thigh. During his second song, I was too busy dancing with Scott to notice what he was doing.
The friends were polite to Scott. Largely they didn't speak to him, but there was no hostility vibe going on. I think mainly it was important for them to see us together and to see me happy and I think that was accomplished.
The band called out our table and said everyone in the bar should be more like us: drinking and dancing and having a good time. It was the general consensus of the night.
3:51 PM
9 hours ago
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7 comments:
ah, sad panda :-) j/k
What a relief! Having not heard from you in days, I think we were all assuming the worst! ;o) Glad it went well and you had a good time!
Cheers to drama-free evenings! Hope you have a great holiday.
That's fantastic. Sounds like you kept your cool and the evening was a roaring success!!
wow... that really couldn't have gone much better. i'm very happy (and relieved) for you!
potential for drama: n/a
glad you had a great time. i imagined being there dancing too. we should all get out more (okay, me).
Sounds like a fun night with a slight altercation having been averted!
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