I had the weirdest night on Thursday. I left work at three to go see an apartment for my friend at four. It was a mere five blocks from my apartment, so imagine my joy when I walked up to my door to see my cat, an hour and a half earlier than normal!
Then imagine my horror when my keys were not at the bottom of my bag, but at the office, in my coworkers pocket, because I lent them to her. Josh was not going to be home for over an hour, so with few other options, I headed to the Front Room for happy hour.
It was pretty empty and quiet at first, with only a few other patrons at the bar. I talked to a man about how the day after St. Patrick's day should be the national holiday, so everyone could sleep off their hangover. Then a petite, well dressed black lady came and sat next to me. She introduced herself as Eman (or Iman?) and we began talking about all sorts of things, where she's lived, the Pretenders, jobs, non-profits, until I decided to ask her if she could think of anything that a group of 30 or so Bates graduates could work on for their day of service. But for some reason, I could not figure out how to properly phrase a group of Alumni. So I kind of stuttered a little bit until Eman said, What are they, black? And I smiled and said no, and she laughed at me because she saw that I was struggling and was just trying to help me out.
Rob, the bartender asks me if I want another beer and I say yes... Then I ask him if he thinks it would be possible to put Lost on if I stayed until 9. He went oh man, I wish! Wait, I don't wish, because then I wouldn't be able to see it! I tell him that I think they put Juliet on the show because she's got huge boobs, and none of the other women have huge boobs.
Then Bill, a lawyer/government official walked in. He knew Eman, so they started talking. The restaurant is getting louder by the moment. Bill is a man in his mid-fifties, I'd guess, with a military haircut, very white teeth, who was drinking Absolut in one glass and tonic in the other. I guess you get more alcohol that way? Since Eman abandoned me for someone more interesting and important, I called a friend, sent a few text messages, and then Andrea called and we talked briefly. During this time, Bill is making eye contact with me, which on one hand, freaks me out because I am a young lady at a bar, alone. On the other hand, I can't help but let it boost my ego a bit. More people that Eman knows come in and she talks with them, giving Bill the opportunity to come over.
He puts on is glasses and says that I have the most interesting phone, and asked me if I'd show him. Really, it's and LG White Chocolate and I got it free with my new-every-two thing. It looks cool, but it's just a crappy cell phone. Then he tells me that he hopes I'm not offended, but that I bear a striking resemblance to his mother when she was young. I am a little bit weirded out, but don't really mind. We talk about where he's from (Munjoy Hill) and I talk a little bit about where I'm from, tell him that I met Muhammad Ali, which I only tell people who I don't think will find me too interesting otherwise, it's like my high card. He's shocked and impressed. We get on the subject of coffee because I used to be a barista, and he tells me that he's got a very expensive espresso machine in his house- but it took him pounds and pounds of coffee to get it right! He asks me what my boyfriend does and I happen to mention that he went Brown, because he did, and Bill went to Brown too! Class of 83, graduated with JFK, Jr, who was even more handsome in person than in pictures. We talk about our humble beginnings, my art and finally Josh comes. It's 6:00 and I'm on my third beer. No food since lunch.
Josh walks in and the first thing he asks me is, aren't you supposed to meet Mandy (my face drops.) Josh and Bill start talking about Brown, then general Man stuff, and Mandy calls, I have her meet us at the Front Room. We were supposed to get together that night to give her a haircut. Surprisingly, after Bill paid for our beers and we all left, I convinced her that I could! Three beers in, although slightly functional, if I turned around too fast I'd loose my balance. Not exactly the state that I'd trust anyone to cut my hair. Mandy wanted me to take an inch off, I wanted to take four. I think I took about six, and she wasn't very happy (although her hair looks much healthier now.)
All in all, it was a quite a night. I never do that- but it felt good to be entertained by people I'd never met before. Here is a picture Mandy took the next day of her hair. You decide.
Then imagine my horror when my keys were not at the bottom of my bag, but at the office, in my coworkers pocket, because I lent them to her. Josh was not going to be home for over an hour, so with few other options, I headed to the Front Room for happy hour.
It was pretty empty and quiet at first, with only a few other patrons at the bar. I talked to a man about how the day after St. Patrick's day should be the national holiday, so everyone could sleep off their hangover. Then a petite, well dressed black lady came and sat next to me. She introduced herself as Eman (or Iman?) and we began talking about all sorts of things, where she's lived, the Pretenders, jobs, non-profits, until I decided to ask her if she could think of anything that a group of 30 or so Bates graduates could work on for their day of service. But for some reason, I could not figure out how to properly phrase a group of Alumni. So I kind of stuttered a little bit until Eman said, What are they, black? And I smiled and said no, and she laughed at me because she saw that I was struggling and was just trying to help me out.
Rob, the bartender asks me if I want another beer and I say yes... Then I ask him if he thinks it would be possible to put Lost on if I stayed until 9. He went oh man, I wish! Wait, I don't wish, because then I wouldn't be able to see it! I tell him that I think they put Juliet on the show because she's got huge boobs, and none of the other women have huge boobs.
Then Bill, a lawyer/government official walked in. He knew Eman, so they started talking. The restaurant is getting louder by the moment. Bill is a man in his mid-fifties, I'd guess, with a military haircut, very white teeth, who was drinking Absolut in one glass and tonic in the other. I guess you get more alcohol that way? Since Eman abandoned me for someone more interesting and important, I called a friend, sent a few text messages, and then Andrea called and we talked briefly. During this time, Bill is making eye contact with me, which on one hand, freaks me out because I am a young lady at a bar, alone. On the other hand, I can't help but let it boost my ego a bit. More people that Eman knows come in and she talks with them, giving Bill the opportunity to come over.
He puts on is glasses and says that I have the most interesting phone, and asked me if I'd show him. Really, it's and LG White Chocolate and I got it free with my new-every-two thing. It looks cool, but it's just a crappy cell phone. Then he tells me that he hopes I'm not offended, but that I bear a striking resemblance to his mother when she was young. I am a little bit weirded out, but don't really mind. We talk about where he's from (Munjoy Hill) and I talk a little bit about where I'm from, tell him that I met Muhammad Ali, which I only tell people who I don't think will find me too interesting otherwise, it's like my high card. He's shocked and impressed. We get on the subject of coffee because I used to be a barista, and he tells me that he's got a very expensive espresso machine in his house- but it took him pounds and pounds of coffee to get it right! He asks me what my boyfriend does and I happen to mention that he went Brown, because he did, and Bill went to Brown too! Class of 83, graduated with JFK, Jr, who was even more handsome in person than in pictures. We talk about our humble beginnings, my art and finally Josh comes. It's 6:00 and I'm on my third beer. No food since lunch.
Josh walks in and the first thing he asks me is, aren't you supposed to meet Mandy (my face drops.) Josh and Bill start talking about Brown, then general Man stuff, and Mandy calls, I have her meet us at the Front Room. We were supposed to get together that night to give her a haircut. Surprisingly, after Bill paid for our beers and we all left, I convinced her that I could! Three beers in, although slightly functional, if I turned around too fast I'd loose my balance. Not exactly the state that I'd trust anyone to cut my hair. Mandy wanted me to take an inch off, I wanted to take four. I think I took about six, and she wasn't very happy (although her hair looks much healthier now.)
All in all, it was a quite a night. I never do that- but it felt good to be entertained by people I'd never met before. Here is a picture Mandy took the next day of her hair. You decide.
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