ago-go's no-no? don't worry, there was no sex...but there was arm wrestling.

with all the fucked up changes and uncertainty in my life lately, i really just wanted to go somewhere where everything would be the same as it always has been. my answer to that; the semi-dive bar where my ex-boyfriend plays on sundays and, conveniently, where 'the boy' (whom i haven't seen since my Juno sign-carrying embarrassment episode) regularly hangs out.

my friend S decided to come along with me. we were just going to drop by, stay for a set and then header. oh, how wrong i was. i walked into the room and the bass player nearly had a heart attack and my ex looked quite surprised...not really surprising since most of those people hadn't seen me in 6 months.

everything was the same: drunk elvis look-a-like was hammered and screaming for the band to play Wipeout, the same waitresses were there, there were still no handles on the bathroom taps (people kept stealing them), and several old, drunk, horrible men told me i was the most beautiful woman in the room (that wasn't much of a compliment)...however, 'the boy' wasn't there and i found myself sort of disappointed because i looked very cute. what the fuck is wrong with me....

about an hour into things 'the boy' walks in with his friend M. he sees me and is all shocked but won't come over until his friend finally makes him. he kinda looks at me sheepishly and asks how i'm doing and then quickly goes to sit down. but all night long he's fucking looking over at me...i swear i caught him staring at me every 5 minutes or so, but he wouldn't come over and talk. M kept coming over and making jokes about how 'the boy' and i used to have drinking competitions. i told M that 'the boy' was a fucking wimp and that anyone could easily kick his ass. i suggested that he and M arm wrestle. M said that i should do it and called over 'the boy' to see if he was willing. he was wary but i was all, "hell, let's go!" so we go arm wrestle and we're pretty evenly matched. then this girl starts licking his arm and distracting him and because we're on the same side of the table my arm starts slipping off. a fucking train wreck of a wrestling match i say. but i still won. and while we're doing this, the band starts changing the lyrics of the song to something about asses getting kicked. yeah, don't know what came over me.

so after all the drinks that were fed to me, i had to stay til close so that i could safely drive home. the bass player, who hates everything and everyone, gave me a big hug. M wanted me to come back next week and 'the boy' kept staring. i don't know if i had an alcohol-influenced momentary lapse of reason but i told him to call me. do i regret doing that? not yet. will i regret it soon enough? maybe.


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oh, and a side note to the ladies: Old Navy 'Tiny Tees' fucking reel the boys in. never have i had so many man men saying "that blue is such a beautiful colour on you" while staring at my breasts. for 10$ each, i'm buying one in every colour!