Sucking It Up. Being Happy.

I'm just not going to feel sorry for myself about last night. 'What,' a certain friend would say, 'do you have sand in your pussy?'

This said friend and I found a phenomenal bistro, laughed at the antics of my 24-year old co-worker, and ate terrific food. He took me to a new bar that is very cool. There were $3 Grolsch. More hilarious conversation. Later he told me that the very pleasant man to his left, although with a pretty girl, had been checking me out. My friend's phone rang with a message from a girl he knows, so we went off to see her. A very meek boy liked me but couldn't work up the nerve to ask even my name. Turned out the girl had issued a booty call to my friend, but he still left her until later in order to drive me home. He is the best of men.

So I think my pal got laid, which although left me feeling left out, I am glad for.
I was careful with my drinking and didn't get sloppy or silly or blabby. I kept my wits.
Boys did some admiring, but it was easy for me to follow my judgement and not get tempted into something stupid. I went home alone, which was the right and intended plan.
Our city's bars are smoke-free, so I don't feel like a smoked ham.
I had a great time with my friend eating food, drinking, and kidding around.

So what am I complaining about? Suck it up. Be happy.