beauty and basketball

so i dont like to post stories about my day to day life generally, but i feel like it so i am. i promise that there is a point i will eventually reach, and you wont have to read about my boring day to day life, this was pretty exciting for me.

Friday starts with happy hour at work(one reason why my company is a good one to work for) then to a local bar to continue the fun. during this my brother calls and tells me he got free tickets to the Washington Wizards game. i see-sawed for a while then decided to to go, so i would be tired Saturday at work, whats new? so i race home, change and metro to the game. i meet my brother and he hands me a ticket. our section is gold w and the face value is $450. we are in the second row behind the basket. we had a waiter. sure beats the cheap seats i can afford.

the game gets over, and the night is still young. so we head out to meet up with the brother's wife's sister and her friend. what ensues is a heady mix of drinking, dancing and music. turns out i dont give a shit about being tired when pretty girls want to drink and dance with me. the friend is gorgeous and i have a great time. better than i anticipated. and i didnt get home til 1 or 2. i dont really know.

7:23 my alarm goes off. good thing i set it before i went to the ball game. i down a couple glasses of water and a few asperin, fill up a bottle to take with, grab some nilla wafers to eat and take my half drunk, half hung over ass to the job site. i sit there for half an hour before the glass guy who i was to babysit shows up. he looks like a bad as biker, but is all about peace and love, and goes by Shorty. this guy is kick ass. good at his job, and a funny guy. i got the impression that hes a genuinely good guy. hes the real deal. he is who he is and its clear that hes not going to compromise. youve got to respect that. hes the type of guy that, despite his being twice my age, i would love to hang out with. it would be a riot.

so we finish up around 2pm. i head home, guiding some out of towners to their destination on the way, have some food, and pass out for a couple hours. the next few hours are spent grazing and relaxing and willing my hang over to pass so that i can go out and do it again.

i get the call from the girls at 8 and head out. ive eard good things about Brickskeller(sp) but i was disappointed in the bar but wholly satisfied with the company. with my recollection of the end of the previous evening a little fuzzy, i wasnt entirely sure of what the reception would be. it was all good. its great to be able to blend into the conversation with people you dont know all that well. it so often can be awkward.

some good laughs were shared and we moved on to another bar where they had service. the pretty girl, the friend, and i chewed the fat for the next couple hours as the drinks continued to flow. my tolerance goes way up after the first night of drinking and nothing is nebulous about Saturday night.

closing time comes. we head out. we head in separate directions. i always feel weird about asking a girl i just met back home. i dont know what it is, i cant get over feeling like a creep. so i hint and look for a response. it wasnt all that strong. we left with a kiss. it was a good one. but i rode the bus home alone and we exchanged a couple texts.

she left yesterday. heading back to Michigan. then some sort of grad school in the fall in Boston. yet again i meet a great girl, who also happens to be freakin hot, from the mitten. and yet again her time in my life is ephemeral. we left with sentiments of hoping to see each other again, but with the geographical obstacles in the way, i feel the chances are somewhat remote.

snap back to reality and i am bummed. the crash after the high. the hangover. the fall from grace. i couldnt help but be a bit down yesterday, doing laundry and cleaning. just me and only me. it was a bit lonely. and today too, but to a lesser degree. the sting fades. the wounds heal.

all this from a couple nights at the bar. how i am so affected by something so short still astounds me. when its right, its right, i suppose. and it just be nice to have these things play out. since i moved here a couple years ago, every promising girl i connect with either turns out to have a dark side or, more frequently, be from Michigan and head back there before anything really develops. only once have i had the chance to let it find its own conclusion, and that was so casual and short lived that its barely worth counting.

what is it about Michigan that haunts me? i want to be there. my friends are there. the girls are there. at least the ones with any potential that have any interest in me. here i am in DC, cursing geography and missing the D.