Damn do I miss the days when I could head down to the Good Bar on a Monday night and sit around listening to Rachael do her thing.

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I’ve been looking forward to this for months!

WooHoo!

I know how much you LOVE this song — so here ya go. Now get OVER IT!

… By Polaks!

Knowing it would be a slow night tonight, Venetian Festival taking most of the normal local business, I didn’t really prepare for much. I gave “R.” the night off, I didn’t cut fruit, I didn’t even load up the ice bins.

Thats when it happened. The typically absent Polish resorters abandoned their bonfires and descended on the bar.

Thankfully, most Pols are easy to deal with … they want their Vodka Cran, their Johnny Walker Black and, of course, they want their shots with a 7-up back. No fruit for these guys and gals.

Easy! Stop looking.

Yesterday, a buddy of mine calls up and asks that I come sub on his pool team. After making 100% sure that I had the all clear (a certain someone wasn’t gonna be there) I decided I’d go out and shoot, when suddenly I’m stopped dead in my tracks. I couldn’t find the keys to my motorcycle.

See, as those of you that read regularly know, I don’t believe in “God” … I’m an atheist. I do, however, believe that there is a fabric to life and most things that happen are somehow interconnected. Go read some Orson Scott Card if you want a more detailed understanding of what I mean.

So, anyway — I searched for hours. Looked in the freezer, under the bed, hell — I even opened the tray of my DVD player to see if maybe the keys were there. No luck.

This morning, I get up, head out to the one place I knew they had to be and there they are. Mind you, I’ve looked in this exact location 3 times with no luck.

Deep down inside I had a bad feeling about going out last night — so either my subconscious mind or the fabric of the universe decided that I should stay in. Now I’m left with this odd tinge of curiosity… What did I avoid last night?

Yes, recovery time … You know, that period of time you ache after a relationship takes a nose dive into the fiery depths of hell and you have to bail without a parachute. You wake up, you survive, you hurt, you sleep and then you repeat.

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