Fridya night found us at Mulcahys. I never made it a habit of going there. But, we had planned on it last week & had to change our plans because it was toga/frat night. And, since the four of us have gone out almost every night this week, we needed something semi-local.
The place was pretty empty for a Friday night. They had the patio open & the band, Allstars, playing. Not a bad night. A former highschool student found me & made it a point of coming over. I am iused to hearing "Hey Professor", but this time it was a "Hey Ms. M." greeting. Oh I am so old! We pointed out that it has been seven years since we last saw one another. Yeah. 7. That's a lot. He called me 'cute' and wants to keep in touch. I also saw someone who graduated a year after me. Ugh. This is why I don't do the local scene.
The men on site were of slim pickings & interest. A very tall, goony guy deliberatly bumped into the Blonde and when she didn't respond, danced away. An hour later (and probably 4 beers more in him) he & two friends saw me dancing & pointed at me. So I pointed back & (ugh) they came over. He was scary. "Bobby" is how he introduced himself. His friends "Johnny" and the other guy (whose name I did not hear), just stood there. Johnny took to talking with Crak & they ended up spending the entire evening together. Nice! He was cute & seeemd sweet & shy. They big/drunk/goony one? Tried grabbing my hand and dragging me onto the dance floor. I had to yank my hand away and walk back to the group. His friends tried to say "Oh. He likes you> Youshould dance with him'. I said "That's nice. I don't care". He was then seen making out with some other girl less than 30 minutes later so I don't think he suffered in any way.
Again, not a lot of guys there & too many of the 22 year age. I was tired & KDP & I bailed at 11:40. I know that isn't late, but I was out in some capacity every night since last Thursday & 8 nights catches up with me fast. I figure I'll keep this up until I hit the ground (literally).
