Wrappin’ up the weekend….

What can I say, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times”…OH that is a Styx song… what is wrong with me??? I really need to figure this out rather quickly.

According to my Aunt H, I have a better change getting held hostage, in a bank hold up, than to get married “at my age”. Great, just what I have always dreamed of, for my next banking visit. (Although I have utilized the drive-thru more since my Aunt H mentioned that little fun fact to me.)

I did have 3 different Hispanic men that spoke little to no English, hit on me around closing time, Friday night. LOL ;) OK, I try to be nice about this, as I know what it feels like to be “rejected”. Well, here is where the word “no” in any language is just not received on the same page as it is delivered. (As a side note I speak Spanish rather fluently, much to a surprise of my Hispanic “friends”) So, after politely saying no thank you, and I am not dating right now, the one Hispanic guy is still there talking away, trying any attempt to engage me in conversation. (Limited, but non the less) I move to another part of the bar as I just want to have my drink, relax, and sing a song after my 4 ½ hours shift at 7 different bars. This guy FOLLOWS me to my new seat. HELLO? I said that, “ I am not interested”, “my life is complicated” and “I am not dating anyone” and he still follows me. The fella sitting on the other side even interjected and stated, “look buddy, she said her life is “complicated” this is women code for “get lost”!” LOL ;o) …Finally I get to sing my song, YIPPPPEEEEE! I have been waiting all night to just let out all the “tensions”. As I am singing the 2nd verse, another guy I know comes up behind me and starts rubbing me on my shoulders. The Hispanic guy is trying to slow dance from the front, and I am at this point ready to go postal….EEERRRCCCHHHHHHH. I push the Hispanic guy away and jab the guy behind me…(Later I told him that I had a sunburn(lie) and that he was pouring salt in the wound, and well, I couldn’t interrupt the song, as I was singing it by request from the bartender and her MAN…The song was, “just might make me believe” by Sugarland…I LOVE that song) So, after getting my last drink in me, I bolted for the door to my car and the Hispanic guy FOLLOWS me to my car and starts knocking on the window, saying something about needing a ride (half in Spanish and half in English) I just put my car in reverse and speed away. O….M…..G…. Seriously?!?!!?! I think he might have been a car salesman! BAWWWAHHHHHH.

Saturday night was equally as crazy. I travel to 7-8 bars in a 4 ½ hour period. After I go I normally have about 45 min to 1 hour left in the night to “relax” have a drink or 2, sing a Karaoke song, and then go home. (I refer to this as my “power hour”). JT shows up, and wants to buy me a drink. Yep, he went out, and the “going on the wagon" lasted all of 2 ½ weeks. Then in his blurr told me how taking his 3 weeks off from drinking (um 2 weekends, I have no idea where he gets 3…phew, I am only guessin' that it is the "new math"), showed him that he can say “no”, and that he should thank me for “putting him in check” and now the he feels that he can “pass the test of saying “no” and now there is no reason to hold back. Plus as an additional bonus, now is tolerance is lower and he is trashed on 4 drinks. YEAH, SURE! 4 drinks my big toe!!! He was rationalizing his drinking by saying that, he would have a shot of 7-up in between shots, so people would think that he was drinking…WHAT? I totally give up. SSSRRREEEEEEAAAACCCCCHHHHHH!!!!!!

Yesterday, I made my lists for the store, and for my re-orders. I kept thinking back on the weekend and laughing. I mean what else can I do? These crazy men in my life, while I am sure entertaining for you all, drive me NUTS!!! NUTS NUTS NUTS!!!

So my question is, "where have all the good men gone?" Last I heard the good ones' where taken, gay, hung up on their Mothers' (and one I just had to add, from personal experience) wanted by the FBI.....Anyone? Buler??? Anyone???