Posted on 01/21/2006 9:35:40 AM PST by Willie Green
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On a normal Thursday, I go home and read a book or two over a drink with myself seated in front of the television till the wee hours of the morning. This has been my normal routine for years. Yes, I am a man of routine so my actions and movements are predictable (somebody told me a long time ago that women are attracted to predictable men). Anyway, last Thursday, I planned to do exactly what I have been doing for many Thursdays in my life.
I had heard about this Thirsty Thursday night at the Rugby Club but had never attended one. I had been told that beers all went for Shs1,500 and to me this was a bargain. I am even shocked that I had never been for one before last Thursday. A chance meeting with an old friend convinced me that I had to go to the Rugby Club that Thursday to quench my thirst cheaply. I had also been informed that it was a good hunting ground for young tender birds.
I got home at half past six that day so I could have a quick shower and to grab a bite to eat before setting off for a full night of indulgence. I had not yet thought about the massive hangover I would be trailing to the office the next day, and to be honest, I did not really care. I picked a clean shirt over my normal jeans. I left the house at eight o´clock because I had been assured that the birds started perching at nine. I wanted to have a good vantage point to chose my prey before anybody else could.
I got to the Rugby Club and called up my friend. He was also just arriving and we headed to the bar. We each ordered a bottle of Bell Lager and waited for the arrival of the birds. The first bird I saw approached us and I thought it was going to be easy pickings till I recognised her as someone from my not so distant past. We said the usual hellos that consist of hugs and kisses and ‘where have you been? You are lost.´ And all that hullabaloo. Unfortunately, I could not wait for her to make her exit because she was not the fresh young tender kind of bird I wanted to meet that night.
She finally strolled off and we went back to our hunting. I saw a bird that looked like she did not fly in the same sky as the rest of us and I took a few steps towards her to make sure I was seeing correctly. I could not be drunk because I had had only one beer but the bird really looked good. It was only after I had got close to her that I realised she used to live next door to me. I remember her being in form two when I was already working and living by myself.
How time flies. Just a few years ago she was fresh out of diapers and now here she is, swigging back Tuskers in the middle of the night and acting all grown up. Looking all grown up too. She turned and recognised me. She smiled and came over to say hi.
I stood with her for a few minutes in which she managed to tell me that she used to have a crush on me and still does and how shocked she was to see me and how I should buy her a drink. That killed it. I had begun to fall for her crush-on-you story till she asked for that drink. It was a clear sign for me to move on and set my sights elsewhere.
I took her to the bar, got her a drink and went back to join my friend who had somehow managed to get himself a bird.
I settled for drink after drink and could not help but notice how unfair it was for this guy to have a bird on his arm and yet all the birds that I was meeting, I had either met before and not hit it off or were from my past exploits. This guy who told me that the Rugby Club was a healthy hunting ground on Thursday nights is in trouble the next time I see him.
I finally managed to walk out of the bar after two in the morning. I sat in the car, strapped on my seatbelt and woke up in my bed with a glass of Waragi on the bedside. Don´t ask me how that was possible but I do not remember anything after strapping on my seatbelt.
Fortunately, I did not have big hangover the next day but I can tell you this.
I had resolved to do all the things I did last year exactly in the same way this year. Now I broke my Thursday routine but it will never happen again. Every time you break your new years resolution, things tend to backfire. Do not break your resolutions.
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A somewhat sad but true tale.
I had lotsa fun as a bartender watching the late night mating dances.
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