Thursday, July 22, 2010

Yes? No? Maybe?

The Athlete’s annual bar crawl is on Saturday night.

Remember it from last year? The theme is country clubs. After much deliberation last year, I dressed up as a golfer. I talked Meg, Anna and one of Meg’s friends into joining me. I got pretty drunk. I covered my hands in chalk and pressed them on The Athlete’s ass. And then I was so, so sad when he left for his season in Europe a few days later.

So, like I said, this year’s bar crawl is on Saturday night.

And, again, I was invited. And, just like last year, The Athlete called me a few days after the Facebook invite was sent out. “So, are you going to be there?” he asked me. “I will clear my calendar,” I told him.

It was a few weeks ago.

I told Meg about it right away. I assumed that she’d be pretty pumped. Not going to lie: that bar crawl is right up her alley. Costumes? Check. Drinking? Check. Boys who play sports for a living? Check. She fit in very well last year, so I figured I’d bring her along again this year. Arriving alone really isn’t all that fun.

But Meg is in Minnesota this weekend, visiting her college roommate. So she’s out.

I invited Colleen and Lucy instead. And, honestly, I’m not sure how this is going to work out. I told them to meet us a bit into the evening, that way they won’t have to dress up. And I made Colleen promise me that she wouldn’t misbehave, act sullen, get all weird because there are pretty girls as part of the group and it makes her feel inferior or otherwise act like a tool.

And, now that I’ve invited L and C along, I sort of just want to call the whole thing off. That Athlete hasn’t mentioned it, so I kind of feel like he doesn’t give a hot shit one way or another if I show up. And I’m not sure that I want to get all covered in argyle and show up at the “first hole” (his summer house, that is) all by myself with a bunch of people I don’t know and subject myself to that sort of awkwardness.

But, then again, that’s exactly what I did last year and it was wicked fun.

I was just closer to The Athlete back then. I knew that he wanted me there. This year, I’m not so sure.

I am such a baby.

2 comments:

Stace said...

I love when I get time, to come back and read and realize I stinkin' love knowing what's going on in your life. :)

Stace said...

oh and I say GO and enjoy yourself!

 
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