I decided I needed to go out again alone, even though I was going out for Halloween the night after. The weather was wonderful and the mice problem at my house was giving me anxiety issues. The hardest part about going out alone is trying to figure out where to go. There are so many different types of places with many different variables to weigh before a decision can be made. I always consider going to a favorite place and sitting alone with a glass of wine, looking nice, but not Uptown nice, before I remember that my favorite places tend to be frequented by a much older or all female crowd. That would not do. All of a sudden, I thought about Cowboy Slim's in Uptown! I have heard about it only, and what I had heard was that it was not classy, not high-end and not very Uptownesque (for being in Uptown). It sounded perfect to me.
Next point to decide, was outfit! I could dress in my Halloween costume, but it was two days before Halloween and that seemed silly, especially going to a country-themed bar seeing as my costume mainly consisted of a man's suit. I had to wear something denim. I also wanted to wear my awesome new brown boots (found at a consignment shop, thank you very much!). My denim skirt would be perfect, but I would need to wear nylons as well, for the minute amount of warmth they provide. My mom recently got some nylons for me at some discounted price...where did I put them? Oh here they are....what they are NAVY!? Navy is not black, but oh well...no one will notice anyway.
After wiggling into my nylons, pulling up the skirt and zipping up my boots, I wondered what top would be best to wear with this...well I should have something else brown...so I pulled a mid-length sleeved brown t-shirt on, and then added my green zipper shirt that I bought in Berlin...I heard somewhere that anything with zippers is hot right now, but I liked it a lot anyway. I did my make-up, making my lips much redder this time because I could, and grabbed my Crown Royal purse.
I had wanted to try to get to the bar late so I could be unbuzzed while all the hot men I hoped to find were already a little buzzed and more likely to hit on me, but I was dead tired. I hate working ten hours on a Friday and then having to work at 9:45 am on Saturday! This work life is cramping my style! So I left my house about 9:15 pm. I found a meter right in front of Heartbreakers that needed only a quarter to get me through until it was no longer enforced...and as I started for Cowboy Slim's I realized Heartbreakers was STILL open...I had to stop in and look for that dress I saw a few weeks ago.
Summer dresses were all clearanced which was perfect, but they were all out of smalls of the dress I wanted. I tried on a medium but found a better style that was cheaper anyway...then I couldn't help myself I also bought a new page-boy hat, a gray one, that would be perfect as it got colder and some $1 lip gloss for tonight. With my purchases stowed in my car and my lips much glossier, I entered Cowboy Slim's.
It is not an attractive bar, but I couldn't tell you why I think so. I looked around and then ordered a drink at the bar. I could believe how inattentive the bartenders were. I ordered the worst gin and tonic I ever had and say down away from everyone to watch people. I watched the bar fill up as I wrote notes. It was quite perfect that I had picked a table right next to the path to the bathrooms, because I got to see all these people up close.
Soon enough the bar was full of people dressed up in a bizarre array of costumes. The tables became a hot commodity and all the extra stools from my table were borrowed by others. Then suddenly I looked up from writing a note about how fake some women looked dressed up to find my table surrounded by Brazilians (three men and one woman. This group of four had decided to sidle up to my table for their own use, and acted as if I was an added bonus for their entertainment. One man began to tell me all about them and ask me all about myself. He told me about their Brazilian roots. He was not attractive.
I had been thinking all night that I must look like an ice queen shooting lasers from her eyes. That would explain all the empty space around me. As soon as this group joined me, I became the way too nice person who talks to everyone, even if I have no desire. I answered the questions less coyly then I like now, and I let him touch me in too friendly a manner! He asked me if I were single, and acted surprised when I said yes. But then he basically warned me away from himself as a bad person to date. How confusing!
I did end up enjoying myself with him and his friend after the others left. This other guy was so outgoing and friendly. He told almost every pretty woman how good she looked and went over to a guy with a head brace screwed into his skull to buy him a drink because he was brave to come out like that. He was a fascinating person and could make me laugh so easily. His friend was not as entertaining. After a horrible T and T (what is wrong with their tonic?!) I was interested in hanging out with them again just for the friend, so when the first guy asked for my phone number I gave it to him...it seemed as if he thought I was hot, but also liked me as a person...so why not?
I left soon after that though because I did not want to drink any more drinks at this place. I left wondering if I had just gotten picked up. Did I accomplish my goal? I have since decided that that did not happen...the guy did not call me and it has been a week. It was close, but not quite a cigar.
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