Let me back up a night. After the Ghost tour mrwupy asks if I would like to go to the LoneStar bar and have a drink. Well, I am out on a friday night,
away from my kids for the first time in 13 years, hell I havent even drank substancially in years, so I say yes, sounds good.
Now, I have been living like a hermit within my little Midwest world for 13 years and even think my town is too crowed and big to hang out in, my town
has 178 people...
Having had little to any real conversations that involved freethinking adults in a long time, I was a bit nervous and was not certain of my alcohol
tolerance, rode with mrwupy.
mrwupy takes a beer and walks off to go converse with others and I head for the bar and cant decide between wiskey, vodka or beer with a few chasers
so pour a glass of wine to be on the safe side...
I setttle in a comfy chair with a birds eye view of the room and realize 'everyone' in the room is talking all at once. It was overwhelming.
About the time I begin to feel the wine (two sips later) a guy comes up and starts with his story. OK.
I can do this, I slug down the rest of
the wine and decide to try my legs toward the bar for a refill, I am now beginning to float across the room.
Returning to my seat another strory teller arrives to tell me about their stuff. I decide its a good night to get drunk and am thinking about that
mrwupy comes around the corner and says lets go, I hesitate for a moment and visualise a cab, but take the cue to be nice and follow him back to the
car and head for the Tall Pines Inn.
Pulling up in front of my Cabin, I say, lets sit up and drink a beer and talk. I probably talked too much, way too much, but finally I went down like
a baby from the wine, the night, and the new friend who I really thought a lot of.
I would like to comment on Linda Moulton Howe as well, but not just now, next post...