Last night I followed my usual Friday night ritual. Treated myself to dinner and a drink. Every time I go out I seem meet a new person and have some what of a interesting conversation with them. Which I enjoy. After I finished my dinner and said my goodbyes to the very friendly bartender who knows me by name now, I preceded to make my way to another bar that I shoot pool at quite often.As I got in my car I put on some tunes and right as I pulled out of the parking lot my favorite song came on. Or at least the song that I’ve been enjoying the most lately. It’s funny that I came on right the due to the fact that I was at a red light and as people crossed the street they looked at me and smiled because I was definitely hype that my song came on.
So once I made the bar, I was very eager to walk in and see which regulars would be there.I believe most people take the feeling know for granted. Now by no means are the people that recognize my friends but they are still people that know of my and enjoy my company. Once I enter the familiar smell of cigarette smoke hits my nose, every time it makes me cringe a little. This is probably one the last places that you can actually smoke inside.
Before I can even order my first drink I’m grabbed and embraced by a women who reeks of one too many shots of Jameson. Which isn’t unusual to me at all, at this point I’m used to it.After that a few other people see that I arrived so then I begin greet them with the usual “hey, good to see ya” and pass out hand shakes to just about everyone. Finally I’m able to get my first beer. I chug it down and ask for another which the bartender has already prepared for me. At that point I know that it’s gonna be a great. I can always tell when things are just moving the right direction. From more of the regulars coming in to all of the right songs coming on. The whole mood of the bar was just unbelievable.
Every time that door open and someone walked in it was almost like a family reunion. People start calling out names to each other, hugging and showing just a general since of happiness.
Before I even knew I was 5 beers in and I realized that everyone around me had no beer in there had, so I started asking around to see who needed a drink. At that point I had a group 5 people all prepared to take a shot with me. The most gratifying thing ever is watching 6 people including myself all take a shot and all have the same rough look on our faces.
So… As the night begins to slow down the alcohol begins to take effect. I take a seat at the bar with a couple of other people, we all order our lasts drinks and close out our tabs. Some how, no matter how much I drink and by shots for people, my tab never seems to be above $30 which is amazing to me. So I put my debt card down on the bar with my tab and slide it towards the bartender. I slide it to far and it drops of the bar in the trash can on the other side of the bar. So the Bartender gets it out and says “Its gonna be a little sticky now” and winked at me. It threw me of for a second, but I just awkwardly laugh it off.
As I wait to get my card back, the guy next to me who goes by “Sunday” comments on my wallet. He says in a deep southern accent “Thats a damn nice wallet you got”. Interestingly enough I had just recieved the wallet in the mail the day before. Nothing special, just a plain leather wallet with one place for you card and cash clip on the front. I explain this to him and told him where I got it so he could buy one for himself.
Finally I get my card back, I proceed to make my way to the door while doing my rounds and saying goodbye to everyone there. Usually when I do this I make sure everyone is good enough to drive home. Most of the time im more sober then everyone so when I can, Ill give people rides home if the dont think they can drive. This time everyone was good. I leave and hop in my car as quickly as I can. The tempature had dropped about 20 Degrees so I was freezing my ass off. As i drive home I put my night time playlist on my phone. Which is mostly just very mellow songs that just make for good backround noise.
The drive home is not a long on, Just a mere 15 minutes. But everytime is seems like it takes an eternity. Being in the that car by yourself almost throws you right back in to reality and it gives me sense of sadness most times. So finally I make it home, I slowly close the front door to the house, trying not wake up anyone in the process. I make it to my room and begin to strip down as fast i can to get the horrible smell of smoke off of me. As I empty my pants pockets I realize that somethings missing.
That damn wallet. The first thing I do is reach for my phone and call a buddy to see if he’s still at the bar. No luck. Then I call the Bar and see if they noticed it. No luck. At this point I’m to tired to search around so I hop in bed and knock out for the night. About 5 hours pass by and I get a text waking me up. My high school friend who is away at college texts me wanting to know if I was still coming to visit. We had made a plan for me to come up there today and do some late St.Patricks day partying. So I reply “yes” and then realize once again that my wallet really is missing meaning that now I have to do everything that I can to find. First I rip apart the house seeing if It feel out when I got home, No luck. Then my car, No luck. So I get in the shower to try and sober up a bit. I get dressed and make my way back to the bar.
I get there about at 9a.m. and the place is already filled with smoke all over again. Its filled with an odd crowd of drunks that are all in their mid 80′s. I run up to the bar asking if they had seen it yet, once again No luck. So I leave my name and number on an index card. I go outside begin to look around the parking lot to see it was there, no luck. I go next door to this kind of Artsy coffee shop to see if anyone there had seen it, No luck. At this point Im slighly aggravated, I think to myself “If I only had my damn wallet I could go get a drink to calm my nerves”. Now I just decide to head home.
When I get there I make myself something to eat and then head out once again to try and get a new debit card and drivers license. Not too long after going to a couple different banks do I realize the not a single fucking Wells Fargo is open on Saturday, which blows my mind. This means until Monday after work. I have no money and no license. Also I had to cancel my plans to visit my friend college which was something that I had been looking forward to for a while.
Going up there would have been I guess my first true college party experience. I didnt attend college due to reasons I wont go in to but ive always craved to atleast once have a chance to go to party where no cares how they act. They are just there to forget about school and studying and just want to get wasted. Thats the feeling i want to have. But for now I guess ill just have to wait. So now I’m just in my room, on a saturday night with nothing to do. I cant tell how I should feel right now. Im almost numb. More than anything I wish I would to get a call for the bar saying that they found my wallet so could at least go get a drink. But also I really dont mind staying home and having a lazy night. Im conflicted. Now the only thing im worried about is how do I end this thing. I dont have a really good stopping point on this story. So ill stop here for now.