30 Days: Day 17

Ah. Another bad choice. A rush of blood to the head after the poetry reading sent me skittering off into the night in search of companionship. I ended up at a bar a friend of mine works in, hoping he'd be working. It turns out I'd missed him by an hour, but that is probably for the best. Instead, I sat quietly at the bar drinking pints and reading the City Paper until my empty belly absorbed enough booze to randomly start chatting to equally quiet bartender. You know a bar is slow when the bartender and two patrons are all reading. There wasn't even any music. When I felt I'd sufficiently socialized, I got back in the car and found myself driving towards one of the seedier bars near my house, again looking for a friend of mine. This time, he was there and for a brief moment, I felt transparent as if he could tell the only reason I'd come to the bar was to see him. Transparent or no, he smiled when he saw me and we settled in for a night of excessive drinking, crossword puzzles, and chatting.

In the end, the decision didn't turn out so badly, although the hangover the next day was killer. But even the hangover was somehow sweeter with Walker's words in my head. I didn't just go home and turn on the TV, I went and had an adventure.