Yesterday was last day of class for Marketing with the paper due next week. As we listened to the Prof. summarize the term for us, my mind was already racing ahead in the future wondering if ever I will get to apply these concepts at work. We got done early and the college was sponsoring hors d’oeuvres at the local brew house. As class wrapped up, I got ready to go home when one of the girls suggested I join. I had my trademark “No, I’d rather get home.” on my lips when on an impulse I said “Yes! why not?”.

Getting into my car on a crappy evening, I set out to the thisΒ brew house that is a nice combination of a bar, sports grill and good food. As I circled looking for parking, I was ambivalent about what I expected. To me such evening social get-togethers were alien. Tall glasses of beer intimidated me. I had no clue whom I was going to talk to and about what. I told myself I would leave in five minutes if I felt out of place. Walking up to the lobby, I noticed a crowd from our class gathered. As each person looked around, I found a hostess who said the college had asked that we go to the basement where there were pool tables, a bar and air hockey tables. As I walked down, a few people walked down with me while the others opted to stay upstairs. Reaching down, the basement was dimly lit, huge TVs on the sides and a few people at the bar. As I stood unsure, the group with me turned around and walked away. I trudged upstairs, cursing myself for having come. Debating on whether to leave or not, I spied the group walking down again. One final time, I told myself and joined them.

An good two hours later, darkness creeping in, I got into the car, smile on my face. I finally knew what cool, hip people did on evenings out. They sipped on drinks, ate greasy food and chatted. Yes. That’s all they did. πŸ™‚ I (hopefully!) made two new friends. I was glad I stayed and I am proud of clearing one more item on my to-do list before I die. Going to the bar with cool people.

Mom to three. Open adoption advocate. Writer.

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