Unlike any other

Yesterday afternoon my buddy Matt asked me if I wanted to get together to grab a beer, something we talked about doing for awhile since the two projects we completed on his Tesla.  I told him I was good to go but I couldn’t do it until 8:30 or so which he was ok with.  The reason was I had already mentally penciled in I needed to get the back of the property mowed.  In some areas the grass was approaching a foot high so when paired with the fact that everything was dry from a few days of no rain I felt I needed to get it done.  I told Matt I would haul ass to get it done as quickly as possible, which I did.

I hauled ass so much that I actually walked into Brooks a full half hour ahead of my original prediction, about 8PM.  The place was dead.  When I sat down I was literally the only person at the bar, which honestly was ok.  The bartender was nice and the cold beer tasted good after the time on the mower.

Shortly before Matt showed up a blonde woman around my age showed up and sat on the opposite corner near the door.  Her and the bartender immediately started talking in a way that made me know she was a regular.  The bartender said that it was this woman’s birthday so I wished her happy birthday from my distant vantage point and then continued nursing my Miller Lite until Matt arrived.

When he showed up he ordered a beer for himself.  As we were talking I mentioned to him how it was the woman’s birthday so he wished her happy birthday as well.  After he did this the woman said and motioned that we should come over and sit next to her.  After exchanging glances with Matt, we decided to relocate, why not.

So as we are talking to this woman I notice her keys sitting on the bar.  I see a Trident symbol on them.  I couldn’t remember exactly which luxury car had the trident but she soon educated us, it was her Maserati.  This information sparked curiosity in both Matt and myself as to what this woman’s story was.  What ensued was an hour and a half of confusing information which got more confusing as she drank more.  Matt and I originally thought she indicated she was with a very rich man and got divorced when she said something like “I made good choices in men”    However later she said that she had never actually been married but had been engaged four times.  She also told us she is a realtor.

This woman had no filter and the mouth of a sailor.  She said F and MF a couple dozen times at least during our conversation.  Matt and his sarcastic sense of humor tweaked her in a very funny way.  Matt and I had finished up and were figuring to leave when this woman asked if we wanted to go across the street to Oak and Stone.  Again after a funny exchange of glances Matt and I said ok, walking her across the parking lot.  I had not been to Oak and Stone since covid went down.

We again sat at the bar.  During the time there her story took a bit of a sad turn when she teared up telling us some of bad parts of her recent relationships.  I felt bad for her although before long she was throwing F bombs around like candy again.  We stayed there until close to 11.  Matt headed out a few minutes before me so it was my job to walk her back across the parking lot.  I was a little concerned about her ability to drive and voiced the concern.  She said she only lived a couple miles away.  She then asked me to sit in her car which I politely declined which I don’t think she liked very much.  She drove off with a weird look on her face.  I may run into her again at Brooks in the future or I may not but all I can say was she was responsible for one of the weirdest Thursday nights I have had in awhile.

This weekend I hope to be efficient in my use of time.  The amount of small loose ends I have around the house are getting to the point where they need to be tied up en masse.  I can only tolerate that feeling of disarray for so long until a tornado of motivation takes over.