Last year I was living in New Orleans and spent St. Patty’s Day with Rocketman who turned out to be a freak and a liar, but I still had a good time that night. I drank until I passed out and a good time was had by all. To me that equals a successful St. Patty’s celebration.
This year was a little different. I still spent it in New Orleans, but this time I was actually with a decent guy. We hung out, went and saw a great band at a really cool bar, and drank lots of incredibly good beer. I was a very happy girl. Good beer, good guy, good music. It doesn’t get better than that.
The guy that I went with shall forever after be called…hmmm…damn, Musicman is already taken. Let’s call him Teacher. He’s a music teacher, hence the name, and so far we have tons in common, can talk about anything, and the physical attraction is definitely there.
So Teacher and I had our third date Saturday, and it turned into our fourth I suppose, because I didn’t get back home until late Sunday night. Now I’m back home, back to work, and ready for my fifth date with Teacher on Friday night. 🙂 Until then…