Tuesday, August 9, 2011

What a weekend...Friday Night (11 days and counting)

It has been three days since my last post, and the only thing I can say is...what a weekend.  I knew, even on Friday afternoon that this past weekend was going to be something special.  What I didn't know was just how awesome it really turned out to be and it all started on Friday.

Friday started off just like any other Friday would.  While I was running around taking care of my errands during the day, my friend Dave came up with a somewhat brilliant idea.  For that evening, he wanted to get all dressed up, all fancy like, and head out to a dive bar type place where we would totally be overdressed and certainly look out of place.  After he told me this I thought about it for a moment and wondered what was the motivation behind this desire.  Was he interested in getting dressed up, since we never really go any place that would require more suitable attire than my usual t-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops?  Was he seeking attention from others by being in a dive bar scene and being totally overdressed and thus extremely noticeable?  Did he just think it was a funny idea?  Regardless of his motivation as my departure time approached I threw on my Sox jersey and shorts and flip-flops and met up with Mike and went over to Brewer's.  The other aspect of Dave's plan that got me thinking was his choice to go to Brewer's.  Now don't get me wrong I love going there, in fact they know me there but it isn't exactly what I would call a dive bar.  If you are looking for a true dive bar you only have to walk along Moody or Main Streets and you will find many a gin joint that would have been a better fit than Brewer's.  While Mike and I sat at the bar waiting for Dave and Jaime, his wife, to arrive we were wondering how disappointed Dave would be to see that I had not really conformed to his plan.  I chose the jersey because Friday night was also the opening night of a three game series against the Yankees at Fenway.  In this case, my support of the Red Sox took priority over my support of Dave.

While I had been a little concerned about disappointing Dave and possibly ruining his evening, it turned out to be just fine.  Dave and Jaime arrived about thirty minutes after we did and sure enough Dave was dressed up though not exactly to what I had expected.  Perhaps he too realized that not only was the weather not conducive for wearing a long sleeve shirt, but that it might have been a little much to go out like that.  He was wearing a button down with shorts and dress socks pulled up his legs.  He wasn't formal but he was a little more put together than me.  Regardless of what he was or wasn't expecting he was in a great mood and the evening went very well.  He was generous with his resources to ensure that we all had a good time.

By the time I came home it was around one in the morning and it was a good night.  Now one might thing that it would take something pretty awesome to top that evening, but little did I know the shenanigans that were awaiting me the next afternoon and evening.

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