The Adventures of Me & J: The Martini Bar
After the wake I was depressed as hell. I don't deal well with death, despite my religious beliefs about the hereafter, and was in a funk all day. Bored, but at the same time not wanting to do anything or see anyone, I went shopping at the Mecca of all malls: Woodfield. I hooked up with J for a little pick me up after blowing an ungodly amount of money on more clothes I don't need and yet another dress I'll never wear, albeit this BCBGmaxazaria silk chiffon dress will melt any man within a 50ft. radius, and I swear I will one day find a guy who till take me to snazzy places where I can show off my pretty dresses. But back to the story...J and I set out for the new martini bar above Potter's Place in Naperville, which is very chic and cozy: I recommend. We found a quiet table and were enjoying ourselves immensely when the trouble started: it always finds us I swear.
A rather inebriated golfer from California (although his DL said Kansas. To be honest, I think he was too drunk to know for sure) strolled up to our table. Actually he lunged rather gracelessly at us and caught the table's edge in the nick of time. He introduced himself as Brad and we eventually had the pleasure of meeting his two considerably less inebriated friends, Mark and Noel. Brad was kind enough to buy us a round of drinks while informing us of his dynamite business: no, he really does blow stuff up! Kinda cool huh? When the bill for Brad's round arrived he was kind enough to pick up our tab as well. Aww! Thanks Brad!
Meanwhile, I had been mouthing for help over my shoulder to a table behind J and me. The friendly group, who had been pitying us through our friend Brad's antics (at one point Brad began singing rather loudly and dancing. Security came over and told him to calm down), appeared to be our way out. As it happened, one of the guys in our would-be rescue team was the spitting image of a guy J used to date. The look alike turned out to be Craig, and not J's ex, but came to our rescue anyway. When J made a covert exit to the lady’s room she returned, not to our table, but to Craig and Co.’s. A moment later Craig came to my rescue, "I thought that was you! It's me, Craig! From high school!" A teary reunion ensued.
I gracefully excused myself from Brad, who seemed rather oblivious to the somewhat obvious ploy, to catch up with my old buddy Craig and his co-workers Jimmy and Christina. Craig, Jimmy and Christina were fab and we had a ball hanging out. I gave them this web address: Jimmy was dubious of its authenticity. I hope that he will visit this site one day so he can read the following: I Told You So!!!:) Thanks again for the rescue guys!
Brad, to whom I also gave this site address, thanks for the drinks! You're a doll but need to take it down a notch with the drinking in public;)
A rather inebriated golfer from California (although his DL said Kansas. To be honest, I think he was too drunk to know for sure) strolled up to our table. Actually he lunged rather gracelessly at us and caught the table's edge in the nick of time. He introduced himself as Brad and we eventually had the pleasure of meeting his two considerably less inebriated friends, Mark and Noel. Brad was kind enough to buy us a round of drinks while informing us of his dynamite business: no, he really does blow stuff up! Kinda cool huh? When the bill for Brad's round arrived he was kind enough to pick up our tab as well. Aww! Thanks Brad!
Meanwhile, I had been mouthing for help over my shoulder to a table behind J and me. The friendly group, who had been pitying us through our friend Brad's antics (at one point Brad began singing rather loudly and dancing. Security came over and told him to calm down), appeared to be our way out. As it happened, one of the guys in our would-be rescue team was the spitting image of a guy J used to date. The look alike turned out to be Craig, and not J's ex, but came to our rescue anyway. When J made a covert exit to the lady’s room she returned, not to our table, but to Craig and Co.’s. A moment later Craig came to my rescue, "I thought that was you! It's me, Craig! From high school!" A teary reunion ensued.
I gracefully excused myself from Brad, who seemed rather oblivious to the somewhat obvious ploy, to catch up with my old buddy Craig and his co-workers Jimmy and Christina. Craig, Jimmy and Christina were fab and we had a ball hanging out. I gave them this web address: Jimmy was dubious of its authenticity. I hope that he will visit this site one day so he can read the following: I Told You So!!!:) Thanks again for the rescue guys!
Brad, to whom I also gave this site address, thanks for the drinks! You're a doll but need to take it down a notch with the drinking in public;)
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