I went out last night. I ended up heading to the Brickhouse on Main, for a friend of a friend of a friends birthday. It's a pretty cool establishment and the beer wasn't even too expensive which was nice. It was a good way to spend the evening (and early morning, I didn't make it home until 3:30).
I did have a little mini adventure before going out though.
I was waiting in front of chapters to meet up with my dear friends. Just hanging out, watching for the 99. I was sitting on one of the conveniently located benches painfully aware of the drunk man who was hitting the newspaper boxes over at the 98 bus stop and yelling at people. I had a sinking feeling it would only be a matter of time before he came over and talked to me.
Which he did. He called me "babe" and asked me for cigarettes, then money. I said no on both accounts. Then he wanted to knock fists with me. Which I did, gently and with only my ring touching. My only reasoning on this was that he could barely stand and his hand (which was bloody, from hitting the newspaper boxes) was waving dangerously close to my shirt and jeans. He then wondered away to go and talk to other people.
Fine. I sat and waited and waited and willed the bus full of wonderful people to come. A 99 came by, but they weren't on it. Which was slightly worrisome, especially because the man was coming back. He was a little angrier this time. He tried to knock fists with me again and asked me for a cigarette again. Another man at the bus stop started to yell at him to leave people alone. The drunk man yelled back. And I wished whole heartedly to be somewhere else.
The drunk man decided he wanted to sit next to me. And started lurching towards the bench, I stood up, and told him he could have the entire bench. And at that exact moment a nice young man came from across the street, said hello to me and pretended he knew me. So he and I took a walk away from the yelling and it was lovely.
He had been having coffee with friends across the street and decided to go save the girl he saw sitting on a bench between two men yelling at each other. Which makes him an angel in my book.
So it was a bit scary and I feel bad, as I always do, that I didn't try to help the drunken man, but in a way it was good, because I made a new friend. He stayed with me until my wayward peeps showed up for which I am so thankful for, and we had a really good chat.
So overall I give Sunday night a thumbs up.