Flat Out Like A Lizard Drinking
May. 4th, 2010 10:02 amMore like 'flat out like Dex drinking and working and not sleeping and then working more and want more drinksNOOOOOO!GIVEITBACKNOW!'
Yeah, it has been a seriously fucking long week already, and it's Tuesday. *sigh* My mantra is 'remember how much you hate being unemployed' in order to get through... day 23 of consecutive work.
I had the bizarre experience last number of sitting at the bar, watching the game and chatting with the bartender, while a friend of mine had a date behind me and a couple of tables over. It is a really strange feeling to know that there is a barrier (call it, what, the 'bro barrier') there in interaction because the last thing you want to do is impinge on the date, and yet, you have to tamp do your normal reactions to comments and such in order to avoid stepping in it. I mean, normal guy behaviour in this situation is to stay away and support your friend, or wander by making small talk about whether or not he got that STD cleared up this week; there is no middle ground in male friendships. Instead, I listened to the bartender be catty and complain about the two men she's not seeing, but really is. Or something.
Those are the nights I feel very, very old. Like the raptor said; 'Yurgh'.
Took
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Right, back into the coal mines.