Day 234: One drink turns into a surprising night out

There is no doubt it has been a long week, 3 days in Vegas felt like 6 and then 2 more days of work past that... ugh.

The only thing getting me through the day is the thought of going home and resting, and then it happened.

Sunshine looked at me and said 'you want to go get a drink after work? I really need one'.

Here's the deal, you don't say no to Sunshine. Somehow you always get talked into going for a drink, although I always try, but alas it wasn't going to work today any more than it works any other day.

After work we headed to our favorite dive bar up the road from work. We met up with a few of her friends and had a few beers.

Before too long one of the other girls from work showed up and it was a mini-party.

By 9, Sunshine was calling it quits, and I should have too, but I didn't. I didn't even want to go out, how is it that I've outlasted the girl who did?!

More people showed up and we kept the party going. At one point we were all outside and we started chatting with the owner, who has a gruff exterior but deep down inside he's a softy.

Myself and one of the other girls recognized this (because we're both Midwesterners and it's a pretty common characteristic there) so we started to draw him out of his shell a little bit. I guess we're just too charming because by the time we were done he was really chatty.

We walked across the street to the neighboring bar and before we knew it he was there. The fact he was there was surprising because he hates that bar, he even bought a round of drinks, which is even more surprising because I doubt he really wanted to spend his money at his competition.

Before too long he looked at me and said 'write down your number'. I didn't know what to do, so I wrote it down. I'm not exactly sure why, he's quite a bit older... like in his 60's older.... and I suppose somewhere deep down the respect your elders thing played in and that's why I did it.

It's certainly not like I'm interested in the guy. Before too long it was closing time and we all went our seperate ways. I pretty much ran to my car because I didn't want to get caught in an awkward situation with the guy, but he has my number so that could be difficult down the road.

The best I can hope for is that he won't remember who I am or what the number is for, or maybe that he will lose the matches.