i only got one glass, so you gotta sit over here

by mg at 02:58 AM on August 05, 2002

Here we are, nearing 3 am on a Sunday night (or is it Monday morning?) and I’m so tired and full of left-over drunkenness (because I’m surely not still drunk?), that I’m actually going to sit down and write something for you all.

Is that what its come to?

I have to be so tired and/or drunk that I can’t see straight, much less think straight, that I can actually sit down and feel comfortable enough to share this new piece of myself with you all? If that is really what this has come to, maybe it is really time to shut down, for good, no jokes, no tricks, just the end.

But… I guess that is a conversation to have with myself at some A.M. hour when the sun has actually lifted it’s lazy ass above the eastern horizon. For now, you’ve got me, vulnerable, tired, drunk and ready to spill the beans.

I’d never intended this site to be, but it has become a place for me to excise those little demons not polite to showcase in front of a polite dinner crowd. But now, many of those very same people I’ve always considered part of my polite dinner crowd are also among you Bad Samaritan readers, and I’m starting to feel a might bit self conscious about what I say here.

Even though I’m uncomfortable saying this, haven’t even revealed it to some of my closest friends, I feel safe saying that I’ve fallen in love. The unfortunate irony of the situation, and, in my life there is always an unfortunate irony, is that I didn’t realize I loved this woman until I was helping her move half way across the country.

The other unfortunate irony of the situation is that I’ve also realized I’m a charming and attractive man capable of chatting up an anonymous skirt while celebrating the birth of a friend at the Bohemian Hall and Garden.

My friend B., one of the best, had a birthday today, and we celebrated by having dinner and drinks at the Bohemian Hall and Garden, this wonderful establishment I’m sure I’ve mentioned previously. We arrived around 5:30, and I arrived home just a short while ago. All in all, I drank lord knows how much, lets just say “a lot.” I was also there for about 9 hours, most of which were spent chatting up a friend of a friend who’d crashed the party.

Do you see what I’m dealing with now? In love with someone I can’t have, and charming the pants of someone I don’t love (seriously, I’m pants-removing charming). It’s like a Greek tragedy. Or maybe more like an episode of a badly written sitcom. Only, I hope no one dies at the end of this story, and we don’t have to break in the middle to hawk Depends Adult Undergarments.

I’m not sure what I want of all of you. But I just wanted you to know what was happening. And maybe I was feeling a little guilty, and wanted to get this all in the open, though, lord knows what I’m feeling guilty about since I’ve done nothing wrong. I think. I’m really just confused. And tired. And also a little left over drunk, since I can’t still be really drunk.