Last Call

Bowling + Champagne + Drama = Last call for Alcohol

I am just going to start off by saying that truth be told there always comes a point in everyone's life after a long night that you really have to take a moment to stop and ask yourself... "What the F--k!?!" LOL. . .

As much as I would love to laugh about this whole bowling extravaganza, I want to be completely honest here by saying that embarrassed wouldn't even be the right word to describe the outcome of this evening.

I'm sure that chances are either you, or someone you know, may have had an "outer space moment" at some point, and sometimes you really just have to own it and move on. There are always two sides to every story.

I know it sounds so cliche, but seriously I had just about the worst day possible before I even got to the bowling alley. I was in the middle of a rough relationship period and was pretty much in tears by the time I got to the bowling alley. So logically thinking I shoulda/woulda/coulda have just called it a night and went home. But I thought that maybe spending some quality time with the girls would cheer me up a bit. Unfortunately that wasn't the case.

Looking back, yes, that was a rookie move on my part to try to approach Vicki knowing she and Gretchen had just had a big blow out at the bunco party, but I had met Vicki before. She never seemed to have a problem with me, so I figured it was safe to have a seat next to her for a bit while we all ate. I was completely caught off-guard when I asked Vicki if I could talk to her for a minute just to be snapped at in return. In all fairness I could see where she might think that Gretchen sent me over to talk to her about their fight, but Gretchen knew nothing about why I went over to talk to Vicki nor did she even want me talking to her.

Funny, but true, if Gretchen had it her way I'm sure she would have wanted to knock me out if she thought I was trying to start any trouble. That's when you know you have a good friend. LOL.

I know it's their usual routine but It really didn't help matters much either when Heather and her wife Terry and their four faces were instigating with the whole "we are back in high school again" childish act that they like to put on by making their usual behind the back jabs at whoever is "it" for the night.

Beside having to deal with the Adams Family putting their two cents in all evening, my whole thing was, why have a bowling party if everyone is going to be segregated and uncomfortable the entire time? So I made the effort to be nice to Vicki. I wanted to go over to at least acknowledge what she was going through, sincerely offer my support regarding her daughter, and see how she was doing after her recent surgery. As a mother myself, I know how heart-wrenching something like that would to go through, and I thought it would be a nice gesture to reach out to her -- even if it probably wasn't the perfect time. When it comes to a serious issue like this -- is there ever really a good time?

We are all adults here. Lets keep it real: a fight is a fight. It comes as fast as it goes, then you get over it. But when you are possibly dealing with something as serious a cancer, everything else seems so small in comparison.

I would say that it's safe to assume that miscommunication had a huge part to play in all of the chaos that night. I guess that sometimes trying to be the nice guy can turn around a bite you in the butt if you aren't careful. But, to be honest, if I had it to do all over again I wouldn't change a thing but my champagne intake. I will always be the person that wears my heart on my sleeve. That's just who I am.

I do have one quick question for Heather: will your new restaurant offer valet parking for spaceships or just broomsticks?