Good Times Good Times

So, occasionally the RWDTC household isn't all fun and games. Majority of the time it is, but occasionally, there are little tiffs, tension or stress in the house. I tend to be the one that has the luxury of being in the center of it, as I try to be as calm, cool and collected as possible. However, there are those times that I simply avoid the house. Well at the current moment, there is trouble in river city (your welcome tumbles). Apparently, our 4th roomie (Suds) is avoiding us like the plague. As of yesterday, she hadn't been home in 8 days. Being a flight attendant, she flies all around the globe on a moments notice. She doesn't respond to text messages, voicemail or even myspace when she is out and about. So it isn't real surprising that she has been non-existent for 8 days. I was telling my mom about this story yesterday and she thought I should call missing persons or something, although I really wasn't all that concerned about it. I did begin to think who do you call? Just the regular police or is there a missing person's hotline of some sort? I am sure I could google the answer, but I didn't.

Although, yesterday she came and left why none of us were home. No rent check, no note, nothing. The only reason we know she was home was that she took all of her packages with her and left the open mail on the counter. I can only assume that she is avoiding us. Totally cool with that, who knows why, but totally cool with her avoiding us. While discussing this Swallow and I decide that we are going to and visit Ames at our favorite watering hole. I call Hungry at work and he says, well I already have plans but I'll stop over that way and see if your still there. Of course, we were still there, neither of us wanted to go home and see or talk to Suds. Pretty sad when you don't even want to go to your own house. We sit for a few hours chatting it up and enjoying the sun and sunset. It was like good times. Hungry, Swallow and I sat with two of my friend's friends (they didn't know anyone and we are relatively amusing , so they joined us) they never laughed so hard in there life.

We ended up being at the our favorite watering hole for about 5 hours. Swallow was in rare form, dropping 1 liners left and right. At one point I got chilly and I put on my staple Florida sweatshirt, it wasn't on 2 minutes whe a lady quickly came over and starting running her mouth about Florida State. I sat there and listened, as I am not the type to have a conversation with a fiesty drunk woman in her 50's. Swallow in turn, looked at the lady and then at me, and said "spit, apparently the devil wears florida." We all laughed, and fiesty drunk woman walked away. Way to go Swallow! Like I said was in rare form and cracking everyone up. She made a new best friend, whom she still doesn't know her name (and she doesn't know Swallows real name either so they were a trip).

It was really nice to kick back and enjoy my roomies and our new friends. It was pleasant to be outside and it was even better when I got the check (food and drinks 18.00) Grantite, I was drinking cheap miller light with 3 limes, but still we were there for five hours! I will also note, that although, I thought I was good to drive home, I didn't. Buzzed driving is still drunk driving, and I don't need any of that drama!