Have Another

Why am I even talking to this guy?

You can't be profound while talking about netting capital. You just can't. But he doesn't get this. He also doesn't get what I mean when I say, "I think you gotta just put yourself out there in the Universe, and then it'll come back to you, you know? But not from where you were looking, not from where you thought it would be." So now he either thinks I'm New Age, or he doesn't think much about me at all.

"Have another drink," he says. But what he means is, 'I'm not engaged to her anymore.'

"This is full," I respond.

"It's water."

"It's vodka."

His friend has his arm around a girl it seems it costs three shots to put your arm around. I remember when all I had charged was a virgin daiquiri.

"But water's a good idea."

I get up and push my way to the bar. Past friends. Past friends of friends, and friends of friends of friends. Past so many strangers. They garnish water with a lemon wedge here. 

"For fuck's sake."

Whispered, it sounds sort of like a prayer.

Fun Fact: I Have Scottish Folk Music On My iPod

Taking a long walk where the really tall trees shade the really big houses on the really steep hills, listening to Scottish folk music and bantering with an old Irish man in a sun hat who seems to have appeared out of nowhere, and who disappears just as quickly. You're right, sir, this is a beautiful area.

I feel like a Hobbit.