i have officially been staying up way past my bedtime lately. last night being no exception. wait, let me rephrase. this morning, when i fell asleep was no exception.

remember when i stated trouble usually finds amy and i when we go out for a simple drink at the 99s or somewhere casual. well let me tell you. i sure as hell hit the nail on the head on that one.

i was attempting to be in a good mood when amy and i first went out. i still felt stressed, but i wanted to have a good time. we decided to go to barretts, because most of the other places were closing at 11, and we were already working on like 10 o'clock. i haven't been there since it was TKs, so whatever i figure i might as well give it a shot. we go there, grab seats at the bar. i'm pleasantly surprised that they have woodchuck cider, and order one and some food, while amy scrutinized the dessert menu and mulled back and forth over whether she even wanted anything or not. it was a pretty normal time, nothing wild and crazy . we were just catching each other up on a few stories when this guy comes over and sits in the seat to the right of amy. (i am on her left) two seats over was another guy, and i guess these two knew each other.

so, moving on. amy and i are talking. her pocketbook is on the bar in between her and the guy. he proceeds to poke it with one finger toward amy, with like a disgusted look on his face. so amy, turned around and moved her bag and said, without really any rudeness: "oh, was that in your way?" and the guy responded with "uh, yeah!"

so whatever, not a big deal, amy moves her bag, and we get back to our stories. two minutes later, the guy starts poking (still with one little finger) amy on her back. so she turns around and he asks her for her opinion on what he should order. now, at this point, amy's really just not in the mood to play this game with this random guy, so she kind of blows him off and turns her back completely to him. the next 10 minutes consisted of this guy poking amy and stealing fries from his friends plate. and let me tell you, his friend was not very happy about this.

the guy was obviously all drugged up on something. but he wasn't very amusing. usually i'm game for chatting with random people, but it was just his whole demeanor. he was one of those old, drunk men who prey on young ladies and do not seem to get the hint that their attention is unwanted.

there isn't really all that much to say about this guy. he was annoying, yet humorous, for a long while.

at some point throughout this whole fiasco, 3 guys walk in and sit directly across from us. the bartender starts chatting with them and updates them about the fun we are having with our druggy buddy aka french fry thief. somehow we ended up chatting across the bar. i sat there and stuffed my face with salsa and chips which were so yummy, and amy ended up going to talk to the guys while i took a phone call with lauren. anyway, long story short we ended up hanging out with bob, sean/shawn and paul for the rest of the night. and i definitely ended up getting a little tipsy and saying some wild and crazy things. they are hilarious, though. i haven't laughed so hard in so long. i can't even figure up how to sum up our conversations, because we were just all over the place. it was truly refreshing.

don't you find it strange that you can meet complete strangers, but they feel like old friends? maybe strange is a bad word. i think its fantastic to meet people and feel like you've known them for quite some time. hell, maybe i just liked them so much cause they weren't anything like the random, scary, drunk old men who usually try to befriend amy and myself.

anyway, i had a great time. i am so glad i pushed through my crabbiness and melancholy to actually go out. the boys tell me they are going to take me to the shooting range sometime this week, but we all know how that goes. i've heard that way to many times before to believe it until i see it. but regardless, i am definitely looking forward to hanging out with those three stooges again sometime soon.