Wing Girl

Saturday, After recovering from sleeping outside, I worked out, then went to the movies with my friend S.

(more on the Egg Roll when I get the pictures downloaded...I MUST remain in chronological order!)

After the movie, we went to The Green Turtle. Just across the street from the meat market I've been bitching about, it is supposed to be more subdued. Since I'm over my need to get 'noticed' I happily tagged along with S and her sister, also S. See, S is a model. Her sister is young and beautiful. When we're together, I am wing girl. No one notices me. It used to bother me and make me jealous. So I decided not to care. It is infinitely more fun to watch the soap opera as it unfolds.

So we're at the bar and sitting at the table, and Sister S was a little upset that there was no action. Of course, I was laughing, sipping my water. It was pretty boring so we moved further into the bar. S and Sister S introduced me to Chris who is also a bartender. Thank God! Bartenders have the gift of gab and we were laughing and having a good time.

Of course, through all this, I've still got my nasty case of laryngitis. Which I think Sizzle sent me with the cold she had. (I'm taking virus to a whole new level) So I didn't talk much, but I observed a lot. That girl with the spray on tan and the whitened teeth and the bleached blonde hair...sweet, but totally needs to buy larger clothes. Or that guy, that had too much to drink and is dancing just a little too much. There was a running commentary in my head. Oh if I could have shared.....S is such a sweet person that she doesn't make fun of anyone...and it irritates her when anyone else does. I think that's why I like her so much.

Anyway, this group was a little more my speed and a little less meat markety. What was funny was the wing guys who dutifully kept me occupied while their friends talked to S and S's sister. The only pick up line I heard all night? People kept asking S, 'Did you go to ___ high school?'

The band wasn't bad, and we stayed until the bar closed. I met all kinds of people, and it feels like the kind of place that I'd go back to...and they'd remember me. I wouldn't feel awkward walking in there alone, high-fiving the manager and plunking down at the bar. And ordering a soda.

I think I get that cheers thing. And I'm pretty happy to be wing girl. More blog fodder to come!!