Too Much to Drink

I was greeted with two hard stares. The woman with the ringlets eyes were dark and she had had a stern countenance and held a long neck Budweiser. J was slouched drinking from a glass of clear iced liquor.

I smiled at J and was greeted with a: "It's rude to be late."

"My apologies. I know the streets run alphabetically but I was on the west side of Boston. It took me a while...Boston is screwy any way, why do they call the south end the south end when it is really the north side of Boston?"

"It shows no respect to either of us, or yourself for that matter, to be late. I am always on time for every meeting no matter what delays the traffic or the weather may create." J clearly was not buying my best little boy lost aren't I cute you'll forgive me routine.

"I also ran late with IW" trying a different approach-hoping I could change topics.

"If you can't get around-get a street map!"

I diverted my attention to J's partner: "It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

"The pleasure is J's -not mine-I feel colder to you than the treatment you're getting from J."

"It is a cold night."

"And she's drunk! Fuck her and me for ever agreeing to meet with you."

"Ok then."

A T Girl stopped to taking drink orders.

I asked for Magic Hat and settled for a Molson Golden. J wanted a double Stoli on the rocks and her partner asked for another Bud.

I thought your limit was one hard drink or you were drunk?"

"Your ears don't flop over Bugs Bunny-I said she was fucking drunk" yelled J's girlfriend!

Groups at other tables stopped, turned and stared at us. Actually I felt like everyone in the place was staring at me and wishing me gone at the same time. This was not going well at all.