TheBanyanTree: Misfit

[Maria Gibson]

Very odd, very interesting evening. 

I went to my favorite not a dive place, the pub.  But.  My favorite 
bartender wasn't there so the drink wasn't quite right.  Hm.  Ok, drink 
it anyway, I'm a sport.  I have a beer with it, it's all good.  Leave a 
nice tip, move on to play pool by myself and chat it up with the owner, 
Jake, at the fave nearer a dive to thee-dive.  Hmph.  No Jake.  Played 
three games of lone pool but just pissed myself off and gave up keeping 
count.  Even for me, it was bad.  Ok.  Not much going on, have a plan to 
go home early anyway, I'll call the one who lives closest to the all out 
dive-dive, and ask him to join for a quick beer.  Harumph.  Early trip 
out of town tomorrow, doesn't want to risk not making it, can't come 
out.  I say ok, sure, don't worry, although in my head I'm unhappy but 
not at the pal, I say 'no is an ok answer' all the while thinking I hate 
that answer.  Grumblegripetoself, ok, go to all out dive-dive anyway and 
have a beer.  Get wild hair up bum to call the one phone number I am 
committed to not calling and whaddyaknow?  I succeeded in deleting it 
all to frikkin' smithereens, even the back up I thought I had in case of 
emergency.  Guess I was looking out for myself, huh?  Damn, time to go 
home anyway, and I'd have just been hurt to pieces when the voice mail 
picked up so I'm sure it's all for the best.  Maybe I don't even want to 
know what happened.  Get home to folks all engrossed in a movie I don't 
care about, don't want to see even on a polite level.  And they didn't 
even notice I came home, anyway.

Where do I go from here?

Maria