Being a world-class jerk
It was a pretty hot night for alla our activities but the Firecracker’s kid and my own were starting school soon, so we figured we’d make the most of our last summer weekend sans kids.
After our tiff at the Time Out Market, we probably were a little more subdued than we woulda preferred but it was what it was.
Leaving DUMBO was a maze; we ended up going several blocks outta our way in the wrong direction before we finally made it back on track.
We finally hopped the train, but it was the wrong one. Still, it meant that we could talk a bit.
Her: You can be a world-class jerk sometimes.
Me: Sorry about that.
We had everything sorted out by the time we got to where we needed to be, though.
It’d been a while since I saw my buddy at his bar; he was one of the first of my friends to ever meet the Firecracker.
It’s always nice catching up with the people there. Kimo, the bouncer, just came back from Egypt.
Her: It’s one of my dreams to visit there.
Him: You two should go there; you’d live like kings.
Me: What about the political climate?
Him: (shrugging) You’d never notice anything was off. You’re tourists; the country lives on tourists. You’ll be fine…
We ordered a few drinks but the Firecracker’s always pretty popular with bartenders, who got her some free drinks.
And, it seems she’s pretty popular with the patrons too – every time I walked away, I came back and some new guy was hitting on her.
Her: I love this place – I feel like a queen!
Me: (grumble)
The bartender poured us a round of tequila shots, which was super nice of him, BUT the Firecracker and tequila didn’t really get along, so I took her shot.
Then my buddy showed up and gave us both big hugs and we caught up.
Me: How are the dating apps treating you?
Him: They keep crashing! I’m fine in real life.
Me: You can do both!
Afterward, he got us a few rounds of shots as well. By the end of the night, I was two sheets to the wind.
We finally started home late – well, late for us, anywho.
Thus ended our summer.
The kids both started school that week but that’s a wholly different entry, entirely.
Location: the kid’s school, waiting on line for him and getting devoured by mosquitoes
Mood: ridonk busy
Music: All night long, went to every bar, underneath the stars (Spotify)
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