Drinking, Fighting, Fucking and Crying Title

Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Leave your hat onI was never able to go in for much of the one night stand kind of thing. If I dug a girl enough to sleep with her, well, I’d like her to hang around a bit and see what happens. That said, I also got burned a few times, and this helped me to relax my teenage years’ overt neediness when it came to forging relationships with later in life. By my late 20s I was pretty comfortable with who I was, and despite a dry spell that lasted an insanely long amount of time at the turn of the century, this newfound personal ease led to a series of ‘friends with benefits’ situations, all of which coalesced into a bit of a mess while I was a bartender, indulging in a little bit more of the ‘night life’ than what I had previously been used to.

One of these friends was a waitress I worked with in the bar; we’ll call her Vikki. We went from drinking buddies after work to an one-again-off-again tryst. Well, that’s not even correct. We remained friends completely, but every once in a while, after work and after the bars closed on Thursday nights, we’d wind up either back at Vikki’s or mine, entwined through the night. The first time this happened it rather took me by surprise – Vikki was hot but not necessarily my type, and what’s more, she behaved a bit more like your archetypal guy did as far as picking people up to go home with than any girl I’d ever known. At the inception of our ‘thing’ we’d been drinking buddies for months and neither of us had made a move. So when I wound up back at hers at 5AM with a 6Pack to go on a Thursday/Friday, and she made her move, well, I was a bit taken aback.

But only a bit.

Subsequent entries into these rendezvous may have been prompted by a bit more than alcohol (we both had a taste for the 2AM lifestyle, or as several of the characters in Brett Ellis’ American Psycho call it, “Bolivian Marching Powder”) and were often months apart, usually without warning.

Only there was a warning, or indicator if you will, that I learned to pick up on as these episodes went on, diluted by time but strung together by the recurrence of one particular song. You see, if Vikki and I were out drinking and she went to the Juke box and played a particular song, the night would always almost definitely end with us on someone’s floor or bed. This is the song. Thanks Joe – I’m not a huge fan of your music overall, but I’ll always owe you for this one because while that never could have lasted, it was fun while it did!

Shawn C Baker

Shawn C Baker

Shawn lives in Los Angeles where he co-hosts Drinking w/ Comics, writes screenplays and fiction and has been known to drink quite a bit of beer. Good beer.

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