Tales of Wit and Charm…

When Tommy is in town the majority of free-time is spent at Murphy’s. He’s worth the lung cancer I’m convinced I’ve developed over the last few days. He left this morning, so last night the troops rallied to give him a proper send-off. I promised myself I’d only stay a couple of hours, but that never seems to work. I also promised myself I’d not have any embarrassing moments, which also didn’t seem to work.

Miss D, my all-time favorite woman of the group, was there. I’ve not seen her as she’s been gallivanting around Europe, leaving us to fend for ourselves. (Many Hootie songs were heard on her behalf.) In my excitement to see her I didn’t pay much attention to the others sitting at the table. I started talking to her and another friend about my dating life and in typical Sarah fashion ended the story by uttering the term “dry-humping.” It was at that moment Miss D looked at the man sitting across from her and said, “Sarah, this is my father.” I could feel a slow burn rising to my cheeks and said, “OF course it is!” Miss D laughed and said something about another classic Sarah moment.

He had a great sense of humor and wasn’t bothered at all. Luckily my dating life is in a lull these days; otherwise, I’m afraid of what other non-parental term I may have uttered in front of him.

Later in the evening I was looking for my purse and found it tucked away at his table. I’m guessing he sensed my lack of responsibility and decided he better keep an eye out for me. And I’m sure glad he did! I need all the help I can get.

Maddie and I went to Cotton Bottom for garlic burgers yesterday. Maddie, being new in town, hadn’t been yet. Sofi recommended she go, so we met there for lunch. Now, a day later, still burping garlic I remember why I don’t eat there often.

While sitting at the bar we couldn’t help but notice a man sitting near us reading a book. Now there’s nothing wrong with going out alone and taking a book rather than a date. In fact, I’ve been on plenty of dates where I wish I had a book rather than a date. It was the book he choice that freaked us out:
That’s the kind of reading to do at home. In public maybe something a little lighter would have been a better idea… just a thought.

Last night’s Clemson night was spent drinking at The Twilight Lounge. It was there I discovered I’m awesome at pinball. I mean, I’ve always suspected but with the help of a much younger version of Mel Gibson I beat Jon hands down. Though Jon may not agree with that last statement, he felt we ended in a tie. I agreed on a tie, but with me secretly winning.