Well hell, i've gone and done it now...

Ok.

So, we were drinking last night. Well, lets start at the begining, I come home from working with Lou last night, and it's closing in on 11. First thing i'd noticed as i started that long stroll down the hallway was that our apartment door was wide open for some reason. While I did realize that both Davie Boy and J were most likely home at this hour, of course fear and concern flooded into my mind. When doesn't it? Either way, everyones circularly spread about the living room, also commonly refered to as J's room. Second thing i'd noticed was the empty bottle of Captain Morgans in the sink. This smelled like some madness already. So, i got out of the dress clothes, into the scrubs. I'd like to take a moment in retrospect to thank Reilly for all of his efforts as a paramedic, saving lives on half day shifts through the middle of the night, and stealing scrubs from almost every hospital he's ever entered. So, good loving / comfortable living. So, they're playing this game... Options? Real simple concept, whenever your turn comes about, you suggest two options. Most of it is senseless mindless suggestions and what not, be it Texas or Ohio, Horns or Bucks, Jack Daniels or Jim Beam, etc... A simple insert here, J has been drinking for about 8 hours at this point, he really needs a better hobby. J is starting to get a little obscene, in a sort of quasi-fratboy fashion, and he starts to comment on my social/love life. Now, those who know me best know i've been single for a good ... Well, hell, not even I could do the math on that one, and there are a few speed bumps in that equation. Either way, he starts on me about it, and really persists for some reason. I don't get mad at J, I just don't, I don't know why. I think it's because deep down inside I know he doesn't intend to offend me, he just has gaps in common sense. But, it's been eating at me all day.

So, I get home from the office today, and since it was a good day, and a Friday, and what not, I go down to the Hunt Club and have a beer and play 13 holes of Golden Tee. Yes, 13 holes... Let me take a moment to break down the Golden Tee pricing structure for you, 1 person, stroke play, 18 holes = $3.00, pretty straight forward. Though, lets say you only have a $5 on you, and for some reason, today you decided to actually tip the bartenders. So, you've got a $2 Miller Light, a dollar tip, and two left in your pocket. So, 1 player (yeah, it's sad that I played Golden Tee alone, but i'm growing tired of Dolan owning on me on our extend lunch hours) for 9 holes of stroke play will cost you $2.00. Which, isn't all that bad, I'd really only had time to play 9, and I really didn't want to have but a single drink. Actually did quite well at the office this week, so a minor celebration of sorts never hurt anyone, hell why do you think happy hour was created?

Mind as well get to the point I was actually making with all of this. About... 4 days ago, i'd created a Yahoo Personals account. I was just kind of messing around, because I found Mrs. Ada on there, and I just had to throw her a wink. But, in searching through the personal ads, I found this young woman. I'd put a link up to her profile, but that seems oddly inappropriate to share with the ... dozen people who actually read this. It's the internet, if it didn't sport such annonimity, there'd not be nearly as many angry vocal 14 year olds. Something just struck me about her, you know when something unexpectedly strikes your fancy and just draws you in? At a minimum, i'd thought we'd be compatible. As I would imagine most personal sites do, they allow you to view free profiles, but to actually make any real contact, you've got to pull out the Visa. Which, might I add, really seems a little too similiar to the concept of the strip bar... So, I dropped her an IM to say hello, left a little info and a link here, as I thought it's a decent look into who I am. I'm sure if anything comes of it i'll make mention here.

As shameful as personal ads have seemed in the past modern technology and the 9-5 lifestlye we all live and few enjoy, have done well to remove the stigma. I really don't like going to bars or parties looking to meet something. How can anything meaningful come from something so seemingly senseless and empty?

I liked that, it'll be my closing note then...

Till the next time,

-Rys4K

p.s.- As I was reading this once over before i'd free'd it upon the net, I'd come to realize that not only this post, but most so far really make me it seem like I drink often. When, in reality, it almost always averages out to 3 evenings every two weeks.