Independence Day
Thursday, September 11th, 2008Independence Day. Otherwise known as Market Fresh. Marga and I had both just gotten out of relationships in the same week and what better way to get back on track than to go out and celebrate with friends. So that’s what we did. We went to hear a band with some people from work. The night started off normal.
Weezy decided to tell Joseph that my boss said he (Joe) and I should get together. Joe makes light of the situation, but we did kiss that night. It was very…weird.
Anyways, this girl from our mall store showed up. None of us knew her very well, but she saw fit to get to know each of us way more than we wanted her to. She came with an older man…a much older man…I’d say 25 years her senior.
So we start drinking, dancing, having fun. And this odd couple mentioned above becomes enamored with me. The girl asked me if I wanted to take stripper dance classes with her. As I think to myself, “I don’t really like this girl,” I just nod my head no. The night continues…more drinking, more fun…more dancing. I’m standing by the stage dancing with Joe and I feel a hand grab my chest. It’s a girl hand!
I didn’t know what to do. I just stood there staring at her hand on my boob. Then…I feel one on my butt! I look down-it’s an old man hand. Ahhh! Joe pulls me away from them. And I don’t know how this fits into the story, but I remember Joe lifting me up on stage so I could kiss the lead singer of the band. Just on the cheek.
As the bar’s closing, we notice Weezy is missing. Joe and I scour all of Baton Rouge looking for him. Only to find out the next day, he’s asleep in his apt. Joe and I then spent the next 2 hours sitting in front of Marga’s house talking about…life. That was such a strange night.
Joe and I went on a few dates a few months later. Nothing much transpired with him. but he can be my hero for that night.
