Curiouser and Curiouser

Oh, faithful readers....I feel as if I've been remiss in my blogging duties.

I've been meaning to do a blog on observations in a bar, but really haven't had much of a chance to actually sit and observe bargoers. However, in passing, I have made some remarkable observations quite accidentally.

Let's start at the beginning. That is my favorite place to start after all.

About a month and a half ago I found myself at a bar in Golden, CO. Basically it was totally by chance since my brother and his girl friend were abandoning me (the out of towner) to go on a date.

Anyway, so I went to this bar, in a town I don't know well, by myself after a long hard day of skiing. Since I skiied by myself all day, going to a bar seemed the least of my worries. I also didn't give a rats ass what I looked like since I was coming straight off the mountain. I had on a turtleneck, a rugby t-shirt and my EKU ball cap. Helmet hair is a bitch.

Anyway, so these kids from New York stroll in, and let me tell you, it was indeed one of the funniest things I've ever seen since these kids have quite literally just stepped off the jetway.

Note to travellers: Altitude will fuck you up. Do not expect to drink the same way up at altitude the way you do at sea level.

Anyway, so one of the New Yorkers starts hitting on me. Look again at what I was wearing. Jeans, t-shirt, hat. No make up, no cleavage, no nothing.

This kid hit on me so hard it was painful. Anyway, so after his friends start painting Golden in vomit, I get them out of the bar and up the hill to their bus. Then I return to the bar to listen to the band and have some more drinks. The bar tender and the bartender's friend bought me drinks because I got the drunk kids home. It was a fun evening.

Now, I took it upon myself this year to officially boycott the President's ball. The hooplah last year made going this year as unpalatable as a five pound stack of liver and kidneys sans a nice chianti.

I also wasn't feeling 100%. This week ate my soul, what with the stress of the summer camp job fair and practices for rugby starting up.

Anyway, I took it upon myself to do absolutely NOTHING to get ready to go to the bar. In fact, all I did was put on a clean sweatshirt and a ball cap.

Just in case you missed that....I'm wearing a hoodie and a ball cap. No cleavage, no make up, no nothing.

So I start drinking. Heavily and playing pool. At some point in the night Jello introduces me to this guy who happened to play rugby back in the day for the men's team. BEfore I even played. Anyway, so we hit it off and start talking.

Now, on nights I've gotten some what dolled up to go to the bar (cleavage, make up, etc.) I can't catch a cold. But on nights I look like crap, I can manage to do pretty well for myself.

This, I'm taking as a sign from God. I'm not going to try hard anymore. I do better when I'm comfortable and when I look different than the other girls at the bar. Maybe it's the whole 'that girl must be hiding something' look. Or they think I'm playing hard to get. THis is yet another one of those times that the male mind baffles and astounds me.

Oh, and don't forget, Singles Awareness Day is coming up this week. Stay Single-y Aware and don't shower pretentious VD messages on those of us who don't have, or want one.