Just my imagination

So there's The Pixies and there's The Pixies as sung by your sister with headphones while she makes your house smell like burning hair. At 8:07 pm, she's been up about 3 hours which bothers me for reasons I'm not able to articulate. Perhaps I am jealous. But she's off to hang out with a friend and that markedly improves my mood because I was actually expecting for her to be at work today and was looking forward to having the house to myself. I'm supposed to go to a party at 9 which I'm still actively deciding if I'll go to. It's just around the corner at a local bar and for a guy I've talked to exactly 3 times over the last 2 years. The second time I saw him after almost a year hiatus, we finally exchanged numbers and became Facebook friends. He is of course engaged. Story of my life. I'm the coolest girl every attached guy knows. W.T.F.

Though there will be drink specials, I've decided to be an even cheaper date and get started at home with a beer at home (thank you Magic Hat summer seasonal). I really like that first beer. I really feel that first beer. Makes my head heavy and it calms me a bit if I'm in an anxious social situation. I usually don't get beyond 2 but 2 feels like being sober again. Don't know why. I assume beer 2 for me is where the judgement goes because I don't feel drunk anymore. I wouldn't drive after one beer but feel perfectly fine after 2 which is why I don't let my feelings about sobriety steer my driving decisions.

In other current events, I've taken a much needed hiatus from internet dating and proud that I haven't been on for weeks. It has helped that work has been so all consuming that I haven't missed it much. Things are slowing down now and summer is ending and I feel like aside from the havoc the humidity and near record breaking heat wrought on all my attempts to arrive at work looking presentable, I didn't experience summer at all. But this is not a new phenom in the Ava experience, just one that I'd like to change. So why am I sitting here typing away instead of getting gussied up? Because I don't want to be disappointed. Better to imagine than to experience has been my unintentional M.O. and it's a hard one to break because on balance, it is actually true. If you have a good imagination or at least an imagination that trends towards happy endings then odds are your imagined outcomes are going to be exponentially better than the real ones.

So returning to this post hours later, I did go. I'm feeling a little guilty because my sister has become the center of my conversations, even with relative strangers and she is just eccentric enough and the drama just interesting enough to be engrossing for people looking for distractions from their own drama. It is a modern day Felix and Oscar (is that Odd Couple reference landing with anyone?) with a booty short twist. Regarding the party, it's funny sometimes how one can observe circumstances that don't normally bode well like ex-fiancee and current romantic interest having an extended conversation, and still be surprised when the clouds gather and drama starts raining on the parade. Who the hell invites both women to a place where alcohol will be consumed? Who invites both women at all? Why would you leave him with the only other single person in the group? Perhaps the leaving him with me part isn't as puzzling. He clearly has a type and I'm not a threat to either of them as far as that is concerned. I left right after the tear stained ex confronted the birthday boy accusing him of lying to her. My guess is the new relationship began before the old one ended but I didn't stick around to find out. I told the magician (not kidding) to tell the guy I had left and bounced out. Yes, this party had old girl, new girl, AND a magician. This guy can throw a party. Yes, my imagination trumped the actual events of the evening but the real version was loads more interesting. I would not have thought to include a magician.