Category : Life
Blog 29
Mr. Barlow and the Long Island Iced Tea
This will be a relatively 'to-the-point' entry. Sappy as it sounds, I had a really nice visit with my first love (and best guy friend) very late Friday night/very early Saturday morning. We hadn't talked for a few months (which is routine) but we pretty much caught up in that very first phone conversation, like we usually do. As it turns out, I really needed to communicate with him. I'd called him for no specific reason, just wondering how he was doing. I see now that he was a small part of the Grand Plan (of self-reflection) I'd been eluding to in my last few blog entries. He reminded me of a lot of things I'd been struggling with and recording here for the last few months. He told me that I have a really great and wonderful life and I shouldn't feel like I'm missing out on anything. Sometimes, I'm able to draw that conclusion myself but then in my infinite 'insecure' moments, I allow myself to drown in a sea of pessimism. It's nice to hear something like that from a person you respect, especially when they've done a lot of the things you (sometimes) wished you had. Things like marriage and children and all the 'white picket fence stuff'. So, needless to say I was in very good spirits after we talked and visited that night (or morning). But this entry isn't really about him or the things he said (that were so dear to me). This entry is about another 'revelation' I made this weekend. I'm proud to admit that I, fortunately, learned of one of my physical limitations on a recent excursion to my favorite nightspot. As it turns out, 3 Long Island Iced Teas are my absolute limit (needless to say, I exceeded that amount Saturday night). Frankly, I'm very grateful for that enlightening development. It may seem odd to appreciate such a revelation but most people never really know what their alcohol limit is. Every weekend, their limit is reached or exceeded by pure trial and error (mostly error). I don't want to be that person because I'm a planner, I need to always be able to plan my next move. After exceeding my limit this past Saturday night, I allowed a person (not of my usual type, physically) to become a little 'fresher' than I would normally allow (in a more sober and lucid state). Nothing disgusting or perverted, I probably just allowed him to occupy much too much of my personal space. I'm a little disappointed with myself because earlier that night (in my more sober and lucid state), I pointed him out to my sis when he came in because of his odd "look". He was pretty tall (which I like) but more in a ‘Lurch' way (which I don't like). While I could never (accurately) be accused of being a woman all hung up on looks (some of my exes have been real mud ducks physically), this guy bore a remarkable resemblance to Mr. Barlow from the original 1979 TV mini-series Salem's Lot. See Mr. Barlow below:
If you weren't a fan of that movie or don't feel like looking up his picture, imagine the love child of Uncle Fester (from the Adams family) and Dracula and you'll have a pretty good idea of what this guy looked like. 🧟♂️ My sister is my usual 'going out' partner and protector (or bodyguard). So, I never have to worry about someone going too far with me physically, while I'm in my dreamy, 'Long Island' state. 🍹 Though, I have to admit that I had a similar experience on my last birthday in July (I celebrated my b-day at the same place). The generosity of the bar patrons and club management made that night a very interesting one. I don't remember all the details, but I can distinctly remember walking around the club like I was walking up a flight of stairs that whole night (on flat ground, mind you). I'm also grateful to confirm my alcohol limits because I can't help but feel that one of the most disgusting sights in creation, is a putridly, pissy drunk woman. 🥴 I've never been putridly, pissy drunk but I've seen many women in that state and it sincerely makes me sick to my stomach (no pun intended). I think I have too much pride (or fear) to allow myself to be viewed in that way or allow myself to get that bad. As I learn these little life pearls of wisdom, I'm recording them here to acknowledge another proud moment of advancement in my state of self-reflection/self awareness. I wouldn't really call this weekend's 'revelations' apocalyptic in nature but it's definitely a small step in the right direction! I'm slowly making progress at being the woman I really want to be and I'm very happy about that (but it's much harder than I thought). I feel certain I'll eventually get there, with a little elbow grease and a positive attitude. Well...that is, until my Monthly Monster makes another visit. When that happens-ALL BETS ARE OFF! ❌
Posted : 2006-12-05 05:19:00 PM Created : 2006-12-05 05:17:00 PM Visible to : Public
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