Stood Up and Loved It!

Last night I was suppose to go on a date with Hippie, a guy I met earlier in the week at a concert. We talked everyday and he asked me what my plans were for the weekend. When I told him, he asked me out for Saturday night. We didn't make definite plans like meet at X place at X time, just that we were going to do something. When Saturday rolled around I shot him a text to confirm and got nothing. I wasn't upset, just confused. Why put in all the time and effort, ask me out, and not call? It was your idea, idiot.

Instead of sulking, like many women would, I decided that I was going to take myself to dinner. Soon after this decision was made, I got a text from FireFighter. Yeah, that's right, the guy who's house smelled like wet dog, I paid for my part of the date (read previous blog), and didn't talk the entire last half of the date. He and some buddies were going to go to the casino and said I should join them, it should be a good time. I thought, why the hell not, what else am I going to do. So I did.

I took myself to Michael Fusco's. It was amazing. I got a side salad and the most amazing shrimp and lobster bisque along with a glass of wine (actually 2, the bartender gave me another because I told him I got stood up, some good things come out of being stood up!).

After my delicious dinner I headed to the casino. It took me 2 times around the building to figure out how to valet. Had anyone been with me, this would of been a more comical event, watching me trying to figure out why the valet sign doesn't have an arrow to the side street that you have to pull off onto...ugh. So i finally make it into the casino and find them. FireFighter and Friend are looking great and playing poker(?). Every once and a while he would reach down and softly touch my calf and squeeze it a little when he would win. I forgot how cute he was.

I don't gamble so I sat there and watched them play a few hands until we decided that we needed a drink. We went to the bar, where an amazing band called 2 a.m. was playing, I highly recommend seeing them if you have the chance, they rocked. We sat there and talked and "people watched". By people watch I mean judged people. Let me explain. We are at an Indian casino, no the classiest place in Tulsa and there are all walks of life in there. We saw a white guy with a mullet (combing his mullet), a black guy with a rag on his head, a white guy that was dressed like Tim McGraw, and a couple black ladies that were dressed to go to bed, or jogging, it was hard to tell. FireFighter, Friend and I decided that the best thing to do in this situation is pretend that we are from "Culture" magazine so we can get a picture of these people. Friend dares me to go over first so of course I did! I told them I was the editor of "Culture" magazine and we like to take party pic's and put them in the magazine. They were completely stoked and all about it. I turned around and waved to FireFighter and Friend to come join us. We then explained that we were taking a night off so we don't have our cameras, but saw them, an unlikely friendship, and decided we had to get a picture to put in the magazine. Mullet combed his hair real quick with a fine tooth comb, Tim straightened his hat, and black guy slouched a little lower in his seat. After Friend took the picture, they started asking when the issue would be out. Having not discussed this we all gave what answer we thought would be best (later discovering that we all gave the same answer of November). We were then given all of their email addresses to that we could send them a copy of that issue. What an elaborate lie we told! It was a blast!

After going back to our table, Friend spots a girl he likes but is to shy to talk to her. So again, yes, I went and talked to her. She was cute and sweet. I told her that she needs to give me her number so that Friend can call her and she did! She seemed excited about it too. She should be Friends has big muscles, a real job and he's a good person, he's a catch.

After listening to the band some more, having another drink, and dancing (FireFighter actually asked me to dance with him and all the old people dancing, it was fun) we head off to the blackjack tables, where another friends shows up. They all sit at the table with all these other men, I'm sitting between FireFighter and a grandpa. And again when he would win he would gently squeeze my crossed leg. The other men noticed this and said the reason he was winning so much was because he had his good luck charm with him. They played awesome and he won like 500 bucks. By this time it's 3 a.m. and we are starving. As you all know there are only a few choice establishments open at this time of the night so we went to IHOP. At IHOP we judged more people while we ate our eggs and hash browns. Who knew IHOP could be so much fun!

At the end of the night FireFighter walked me to my car and Friend went to pull his truck around. As soon as we get to my car FireFighter leans in for a kiss and Friend pulls up and leans out the window of the truck and says "let's see how awkward I can make this" and just stares at us. Hahaha! So that was the end of that. I topped the night of with little kiss in the IHOP parking lot, I'm so classy. And at 5 a.m. I drove home and was asleep before my head hit my pillow.

The moral of this story is who cares if you get stood up.