So nobody you know ever met that certain special someone at a bar, right? The quality women are all waiting around at some mythical church ice cream social in the sky, right? Well, I’m here to tell you that occasionally good women do frequent bars–even the four o’clock kind. I’m not a big drinker, though I do enjoy the occasional glass of port at Christmas as well as the occasional 30-pack on Arbor Day. Actually, for me Arbor Day happens a couple of times a week, and let me tell you, it ain’t always about the trees. Anyway, on one of those Arbor Days last November I was standing in line here at about 2:14 AM with my friend Thaddeus, and I would say that I was overserved. I proceeded to meet this awesome chick who was also a tad overserved. Long story short, within five minutes we were making out like two Amish teenagers on crystal meth. And of course in front of 200 people. Later, we went outside for a breath of fresh air and so she could puke. Then I almost left without asking for her number, but Thad saved my butt by making me turn around and get it. I didn’t call her because I was a little, heh heh, embarrassed. Instead she called me, and we went out on a real date. Six months later, we’re going stronger than ever–and still celebrating Arbor Day as often as possible.
