Scene of the crime

I met my old friend Alec for lunch today at Maggiano's. I'm not usually one for Brinker clone restaurants, but I love their gnocchi.

Anyway, when we passed the bar, I just laughed. Around two and a half years ago, Alec, Kristine, and I met in that bar for St. Patrick's Day to drown our sorrows. We wanted the least Irish place we could think of to meet up. We didn't want to deal with crowds.

It ended up being us and bunch of older Highland Park gliteraity. I guess they had the same idea as us. It was backed, but the three of us had managed seats at the bar. Alec was upset about his boyfriend, I was upset about my boyfriend, and Kristine was just drinking. At the time I was dating the fireman, who I actually liked. I question now if I liked him because he paid attention to me or if I really liked him liked him. I thought I needed to fix things. Make the relationship more interesting. Alec suggested, between crying fits, I tie the fireman up.

That was not quite the advice I was looking for.

So, two and a half years later. Alec is now living with his boyfriend happily ever after. Kristine is in Seattle, and I've seemed to given up men for the gym.

Maybe I should have tied up the fireman. Hmmm