Have you ever taken yourself on a date? It sounds like a terrifying prospect – at least it did to me but that’s exactly what I did on Saturday night. Admittedly I didn’t shave my legs for this date because my date didn’t care.
I got ready as if I had a hot date. Oh wait. I DID have a hot date!
I had tickets to a show, a hankering for a margarita and an aversion to drama.
The aversion to drama? A going away party for a friend who, if we had to claim post-relationship custody, belongs to my ex. I don’t know what the ex has told anyone about our break up and I wasn’t about to step into an uncomfortable situation so I stayed away.
I try my best to be free of drama.
It took me a long time to learn that I attract drama. I had to separate myself from a few people to truly live without exaggerated perceptions of reality that have nothing to do with me. It has been a learning experience. I am much more at peace with myself, my life and the people I am surrounded by now that I have gotten rid of drama.
My friend couldn’t join me because her baby was sick. Pretty much everyone I know is attached in some way and/or had plans so there were no takers for the ticket to the show.
[Note to self: I need to meet single people.]
I drove to the restaurant where there was supposedly a comedy club. It was prime time for dining and drinking and hardly anyone was in the restaurant. There was no signage for a comedy club. I ordered an $8 margarita – no margarita mix for me – and a quesadilla. Considering I am in Arizona, three hours from Mexico, the quesadilla was a fail as far as Mexican food goes.
The drink made it all better.
The bartender was eager to box up my food so I let her. I paid the bill, grabbed the box of crap and headed out the door. I needed to investigate.
Maybe there was a different entrance to the club.
Maybe the hotel next door was where the club was located.
Having watched entirely too many real life crime shows, I got in my car and drove around the parking lot. I wasn’t about to walk.
There were no signs of…anything….comedy or otherwise.
By the time I circled around the hotel, the parking lot was emptier than a few minutes earlier. I called my BFF and told her that I had completed the dinner portion of the night’s mission. The second half was being aborted. I didn’t want to be murdered and my life featured on a late night crime show. She agreed.
And just like with so many first dates, I was home early.
It wasn’t a bad date. It was all that I had hoped and I am okay with that. Sometimes things don’t work out. Chalk it up to experience and move on.
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