| 01/02/02 - 2001 came to a very sweet end for me. I got my nerve up and went to the Pub alone on New Year's Eve for ... whatever. I really felt like I deserved to celebrate. I like New Years, my favorite holiday. I’ve had the newspaper clipping about the festivities at the Pub for a week, just in case nothing came up considering I had to work that night. It seemed like a good way to celebrate ME! Me, damn it. I wouldn’t call this an adventure, I’m just not one to bypass an opportunity. It was a great night. It all worked out fine. Nothing to worry about at all really. I left home about 9 p.m., but it took me a while to find a parking space close by. I didn’t want to have to walk too far by myself on my way to work. Well, eventually I got a spot right across the street, very cool. When I walked in I headed straight for the bar, the band was already playing. It was blues ... Very good blues. The owner was quite busy with preparations still and said she’d be right with me. That was cool, because it gave me a chance to check things out. I had gotten an empty stool at the bar, also very cool. I could blend in there very well. I enjoyed the atmosphere, the wall decor, the Christmas tree still up, the clientel were non-threatening. Yes, this would do quite nicely. I was sitting there at the bar, watching the drink making (the owner was concocting some special “mandarin orange martinis” for her and her two helpers, boy did those smell good), enjoying the music, feeling the atmosphere, and not looking too conspicuous at all, at least I didn’t think I was noticed much. The band took a break and I sort of wished that they hadn’t. I had limited time there. But then they were back at it and something really neat happened ... The owner brought out a couple of large tiered serving dishes, fully of fancy looking pastry goodies. Yum, were they delicious. The one nearest me was puff pastry rolled up with what seemed like liver sausage filling. Oh boy was that good. I ventured to the other end of the bar and took the other delight ... seemed like crab salad sandwiches made with the same puff pastry but cut in rounds. Totally delicious. I preferred the liver, and though I felt a bit greedy, I snuck another one. Well, I was celebrating ME wasn’t I? It was soooo delicious. I really enjoyed those snacks, they were perfect. At this point I had nearly finished my glass of wine. I paid $5.25 plus a 50 cent tip for that drink. It was good though, just right. But, I couldn’t just sit there without anything, and I certainly couldn’t have another glass of wine. That wouldn’t have worked, I would have never gotten to work. So, I ordered a Coke. I was sipping on that and watching the clock, still enjoying the beautiful blues, when something very delightful happened to me. A man came up to me and asked me to dance. No kidding, truth! I guess I was more noticeable than I thought. That was so much fun. We were the only ones dancing and I was thouroughly enjoying the spotlight. Hey, the blues is my kind of music, perfect dancing music for me. I’m very confident with my blues dancing. At one point there was a third dancer, a sort of Cortney Love look-alike/act a-like who seemed to be overcome and “feeling the love.” Hey, it’s New Years ... go for it babe. The dance was long, and when it was over my partner gave me a hug and we mutually thanked each other. Ut oh, the clock. I got back to my seat, put my coat on, guzzled down my Coke and out the door I was. LOL. I was only a figment of their imagination. I couldn’t help but think about Cinderella as I headed to my car. A few more moments and I would turn into a pumpkin. Oh what a night! Perfect! |
