consequences
Its time to pay the piper and I will get to that but first a related story from earlier in the week. I previously mentioned that I’ve been living as if I were on a long contiguous vacation meaning that while on the road there were some questionable behavioral choices. This has led to a lot of things not all of which were desired or pleasant including attracting some unwanted weight.
The recent size increase has lead to some of my clothing fitting a bit snuggly. One pair of khaki pants in particular and I happened to take those with me last week in Seattle. On Saturday night I met a friend out for an evening of fun in the downtown and we ended up at a lively spot celebrating Pride month. I’m not always quick on the uptake and this just looked like a really fun bar with great music and Karaoke that didn’t annoy me. (because the singers were ALL talented) I did get the feeling that if they didn’t know you there was no way you could get the mic, which kept the quality levels consistently high. Anyway, my friend excused herself to the restroom so I was left guarding our drinks and spots at the bar when an exceedingly friendly gentleman engaged me in conversation.
Again, I’m not always the swiftest in certain social situations and the alcohol/THC levels were not helping my powers of observation. He and I talked for a while and someone spilled on the bar causing me to get up and let the upturned drinks rain down where my legs normally sat. He asked me a question, I turned to answer, but before I could he hit me with a “nice package.” I was immediately flummoxed. Your author is normally quick with the comebacks (in context I really hated typing that last word…) but nope. The power of speech abandoned me.
Luckily my bewildered facial expression helped me out with an assist from my friend’s return as she grabbed my arm and asked if everything was okay. She read the scene as a potential altercation and would later tell me a little pissed that I’d gotten into trouble in such a brief absence. He immediately began to apologize and removed himself from the area but I was still stunned. Not mad, not upset, a little embarrassed that my pants betrayed me and I was unaware. Got to say a little flattered as well. Just a pile of confusion. I also made the tactical error of explaining the story to my friend which exposed a chink in my armor for the rest of the night. Nothing enhances the fun like an evening of crotch talk.
Not much more to tell other than those pants have been sidelined until changes are made. AND speaking of changes… I visited a doctor yesterday and got some less than stellar news. Nothing bad, nothing terminal, nothing really unexpected taking my aforementioned behavior into account, but still not great. I agreed to do some sacrificing over the next two weeks and return to see if some extreme lifestyle improvements alter the test results. I don’t love because this the 4th of July is one of my top 5 holidays but some of these warnings are nothing to fuck around with.
I’ve known for years that my heart would some day sneak up and attack me. It’s happened to close friends already and I’m not any different than any of them. There is a competitive part of me that wants to taunt my ticker for exposing its attack before being able to deliver its best shot. In my hearts defense I have not been kind. In point of fact, where my blood pumper is concerned, Ive been an admitted asshole.
I’m still grappling with what I committed to change and I’ll most likely whine about it here at some point but no drinking is the biggie followed closely by eating like an adult who gives two shits about extending his life. Fucking old man problems…
But on a positive note I’m pretty sure I was hit on in a bar last weekend… so I’ve got that going for me.