Yes, I know I said I was going to do part 2 yesterday but the day got away from me. Sorry!!!
Ok, we left off where I started getting anxious and Bryan grabbed my hand, and in we walked. Now the lady who had invited me, Debra, said they would be on the left side of the bar. Why did I think the actual bar? I don't know but that is where I prefer to sit. But no, it was some tables that have been pulled together and luckily Debra waved and said hello Nicole, because like I told Bryan, I don't really know what these people look like etc. Now I knew she was older, but you guys, the whole table was full of people in their 60's-70's. Not a one drinking alcohol, and mainly just there for lunch and conversations. Which is awesome! Just, not what I thought I was getting into. There were 2 empty seats towards the end of the table so Bryan sat at the end so he could try and hear folks, he did put in his hearing aids but later he told me it was so loud in there, he couldn't hear much of anything as far as conversation goes. To my left was a lady who never stopped talking. Thank God for my Bud lite and shot I finally ordered. Turned out she taught Spanish which I took two years of Spanish 1 and still wouldn't say I can speak or understand it, but I do alright. Our janitor at Ledge was Cuban and spoke mostly Spanish so I learned a lot from him. One Hispanic lady even commented on how well my "tone" was or something like that. I would call myself a chameleon because I do very well copying after being around someone for a bit.
She said she still taught so I asked her if she knew my old Spanish teacher who I adored. She did not. I told her I graduated in 1996. She graduated in 1969. She joined the Peace Corp following her man, got shipped to Peru where she had to learn Spanish, used latrines which I was confused AF about. She had to wear long skirts and bugs ate her legs up. She has a daughter that had twins and somehow lost her poop chute which she said is common in ladies with multiples, thank God I never had multiples! And since it is considered diseased you can't do the organ donor thing. Then, she asked me if I sewed. I thought she was referring to my dress, so my dumb ass said oh heck no, I got this at the Goodwill! I didn't. I actually paid over 50 bucks for this dress at Kohls but whatever Nicole. She just never stopped talking. Finally, it was time to leave, I had to go to the restroom, everyone else had left so I was hoping she would leave as well. Nope, I came out of the restroom, and she was standing with Bryan at the door waiting.
She gave us her number so we could reconnect, but I am kind of disappointed to say, I haven't reached out but things have been busy and I am not sure I want to either. She's a lot. I noticed all of these marks on her hands and arms, she told her dog, which is a dachshund, which I am familiar with being rude ass dogs, bites her and scratches her to get bites of her food when she is eating. And sometimes when she comes to sit on the couch and he is there, he growls at her, so she goes and sits elsewhere. I felt by the end of the visit, my energy had just been sucked out of me! 😂 Very sweet and nice people, just not really our crowd for sure. The waitress/bartender, she was HOT. Bryan was thrilled when she leaned over the table and her boobs all out there, she apologized to him, and he was like oh no problem. Heck no, not a problem!! She was awesome to me though, and Bryan even ordered some wings. He said they were medium but at one point I looked at him, and his forehead was all sweaty. Next thing I knew, he excused himself to the bathroom, but he told me later the sweat literally started dripping into his lap so he had to go "wash up!" But tasty he said!!!! LMAO!
I can't see me ever doing that again, but it was an experience for sure!
XOXO ~ Nicole

