Cowboys don't cry We went out to Cowboy's last night. The boyfriend's (and my) friend Brian was in town, all the way from a tiny place in Northern Alberta where's he's a plant engineer. Brian is a farm boy, through and through. He even says he's only doing this engineering thing long enough to save up money to buy his own farm. Go figure. Anyhow, Brian was in town so we had to go out. I volunteered to drive since he's friends with my boy first. Oh, and did I mention? Brian's here with a buddy on company business and each has a company credit card. So, we met at a pub, and both dudes put down $105 on their credit cards. The roll call was: Me, the Boy, Brian, his co-worker Craig, Matt, and Zack. That's a lot of booze for five dudes. Once they were good and primed, we hit Cowboys. Thursdays are 25 cent draft nights, so it was packed with the university crowd. I love to dance. I especially love to two-step. Cowboys on Thursdays isn't a particularly good place to two-step, but it's better than anywhere else. Brian also loves to dance so I spent a fair bit of time on the floor with him and everyone else in our group. I get passed around on nights like these. *grin* Brian is a very...exuberant dancer. Lots of kicking and elbows flying, that sort of thing. At one point, during a failed spin attempt, he wacked me really good on the nose. I'm also small enough that he can pick me up and throw me around, so I now have bruises all down either side of my rib cage. Dancing with Brian is a dangerous thing. Brian is also famously bad at picking up women. Not because he's bad looking, certainly not. It's because he's completely ineffective. Take last night. He was recognized from the night before by a beer-tub girl. These girls are famously well endowed and friendly at Cowboys (maybe everywhere?) and she had decided that she wanted Brian. He spent half the night talking with her and I don't even think they exchanged phone numbers, let alone go back to his hotel room! He did know her name, but that's really as far as the guy got. So, between breaking my nose and ribs on the dance floor, and failing to leave with Jessica the beer-tub girl, I'd say Brian was a real mess last night. The funny thing is that he's like that every night. And me? I was quietly amused by the antics of my friends until I was too tired to stay any longer and then I dragged the boy out of there and took him home. But last night I had nightmares. A lot of them. One about wasps, and one that my grandmother was killing her roommate and I found out about it so she tried to kill me too (shrug, I don't know about that one...my grandma doesn't even have a roommate), and more that I can't remember. So, not a very restful sleep all in all. I definitely didn't want to get out of bed this morning. I'd still like to go back to bed. Maybe I'll have a nap this afternoon. |