DC

Tonight I have to thank my best friend, Spicy Jalapeno (SJ), as there are very few people who would put up with my antics, or more accurately the antics that seem to find us when we are out and about in Denver. SJ deserves a second thanks because tonight I turned her into a crazy social alcoholic! Yes, it was another happy hour for the two of us that turned into a late night which finds me home and typing at 10:00 pm with another day of work waiting to be tackled tomorrow.

I arrived at the pub early with the intent of checking out the guys to see if there might be anyone of interest drinking a beer at the bar. There was one guy sitting behind me who kept asking me to watch his laptop while he went to the bathroom. Unfortunately, his full beard was far from a turn-on and I thought nothing of him.

SJ and I were well into an evening of sharing work war stories when a waitress who had served us a week or so before stopped by our table to say hello. She said she remembered me because she had overheard a story I was telling about my date with the pizza thief. A few minutes later she introduced us to “DC.” We said a polite hello, but went back to our “girl time.” Then, a guy sits down with “DC,” and I recognize him as non other than Limon. We said a hello, he gave me a hug and that was that. SJ and I went about our laughing and criticism of the 12 year old surfer wanabes that were hanging out outside smoking. Limon and DC go outside for a smoke and then their table is taken, so they ask to join us. DC is flirting with me, telling me that asking me to watch his computer was his way of flirting. I was uninterested in pursuing a hook-up with DC- did I mention that he had a full beard, a trucker DC hat and a watch with so much bling it was embarrassing? I was only half engaging in the conversation and SJ was getting tired and knew that the evening was going nowhere fast. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, SJ suddenly tells DC, “look, I think you are a nice guy, but there is no love connection here. I have known her for 27 years and she is not the girl for you.” The look on his face could not be read as anything but hurt feelings. So, in an attempt to ease the hurt we indicated that SJ is a social alcoholic who didn’t know what she was saying and that it was time for me to drive her home -- a blatant lie and the selfless act of a true friend. On our way out SJ moved towards the door and I went to say good-bye to DC. He asked me to come by the pizzeria without my alcoholic friend and then he puts his hand on the back of my head and tries to pull me in for a kiss. I pulled away and said, “there is no way that is going to happen.”

Again, big thanks to Spicy Jalapeño, who for one night was my crazy social alcoholic friend!!!