Confessional PT 2: Bar Chronicales

Hello and welcome or welcome back to another stormy night in the shire. How are you all doing? I’ll be honest I’m yet again writing this post day of, and I was worried I wasn’t going to get it out – I’ve been swamped being back to the “chronically ill grind” as some might say. I don’t think anyone actually says that to be honest, I’m just trying to make light of something that has me damn near spiraling. BUT that is a post for another day. 

Today we have a comic relief moment. Something we can all goof about, have a good laugh at. Maybe even sigh and facepalm to yourselves thinking “Hails? What were you thinking?”. I’ll be honest it’s one of those moments I think about and still cringe. The only thing that gives me a little hope is that I’ll probably embarrass myself far worse the day I meet my forever love. They’ll look me in the eye after I do something so embarrassing, so cringe and they’ll say “Yeah, that one’s for me.” and I’ll know it’ll be the story we tell our grandchildren. Chessy I know but perfect!

Now, let me set the scene. It’s a crowded night in downtown, I’m meant to be meeting my brother and our friends for Emo Night at the bar my uncle worked at during that time. I hadn’t been to many bars – only one other Emo Night previously. I was anxious and not really all too familiar with how it all worked. I thought you had to be ID’d at the door – I coulda swore I was last time. So, when the bouncer was just chillin by the door, we had an awkward moment of eye contact as I stood there expecting him to ask for my ID. Then I realized he wasn’t gonna ask, so I walked in. Maybe not the worst but pretty awkward in my books. 

I know today’s post was quite simple and short. Maybe not all that exciting to most. But it’s another chapter in the confessional. It’s also just a post to make sure I’m keeping up. This week we might have some shorter, more simplistic posts and I hope that doesn’t bore you too much, we can’t always have the long methodical posts. Though I do treasure those. I hope to see you all in Wednesday’s post and if you made it through to the end of this one, comment below and tell me a “cringe” thing you did that still keeps you up at night?