are you lost?

saturday night, i went to a bar called stoney's with my friends alison and gwen. stoney's is a country bar. at some points, people will go on the dance floor and two step, and other songs are reserved for line dancing. they do play top 40 toward the end of the night, but it's mostly country. i like country, and gwen and alison will tolerate it, plus it's got cheap drinks and the guys there are generally pretty respectful. they come over and ask you to dance, but the dancing is two-stepping. not dry humping.

we had a fun time. gwen was hit on several times, but they were all really awkward. the first guy came over with a friend to talk to us, and we ended up playing beer pong with them, and when we were done, he asked gwen if she needed a ride home. now, that's just about the most awkward pick up line ever. plus, he was way more intoxicated than any of us. AND, he had plenty of opportunies to check out her wedding ring during our hour of beer pong. she politely told him that she had a ride home (with me) and wouldn't be needing his services that night. any of them. (yeah, i went there)

the second guy just walked up and asked her, "why do you look so uptight?" now let me explain something about gwen: she is a hater. she'll tell you. she's okay with it. so, when this guy asks her why she's uptight, in true hater fashion, gwen replies "because i'm married and have a kid." he went on his merry way after that.

i was mostly surprised by some of the clientele. you think, country bar equals cowboy hats and big belt buckles. i know that's a stereotype, and there were quite a few guys in just regular jeans and shirts, but there were two revelers that i really struggled to make fit into my paradigm of this country bar. stranger #1 had on airwalk-type sneakers, cut-off cargo shorts (they very well could have been dickies), a button-down plaid short sleeve shirt, long hair in a ponytail, and a long chin-beard. if i had seen him at a grateful dead concert i wouldn't have looked twice. but he was in a country bar. i wanted to go up and explain that it was called stonEY's, not stonER's. i didn't though. i wanted to avoid being punched. i'm too pretty for black eyes.

there were also several white gangsters there, and i couldn't even figure out a possible name confusion to explain their presence.

oh, and the bouncer was AT LEAST 7 feet tall. and a woman. i have never seen a woman that tall in my life.

first day of school tomorrow! off to bed.

this is august 18. day 7.