Clearing the Air

Went out with Eric night before last for a mini-pub crawl again. Ducked into the Flying Saucer to learn it really is just a draught bar, so we then went up a block to the 8.0. Eric had three martinis, well dirrrrrty vodka martinis, but anyway, I had three glasses of red merlot, and sampled the fried calamari aka rubber bands that Eric ordered without consulting me to learn I'd just as soon eat fried rubber bands. After we left there, it was back to The Shamrock to see our favorite bartender, Chris, and teach him how to make Box Office Poison (dark chocolate truffle liqueur, vodka, and Grand Marnier) after having two or three (I was getting kind looped at this point.) Bailey's on the rocks and two double mandarin vodka twists (Eric) and another tall clear drink, of which I never learned the name. I had to drive home, so I showed Eric some lovely sites in Near South Side (a neighborhood near downtown Fort Worth) which would be wonderfully suited to being turned into a studio/apartment/office. Eric gushed about the idea. I wonder if he even remembered it the next day.

Nearing home, we detoured to the Whataburger for french fries and a vanilla shake (me) and a hamburger all the way, fries, and a Diet (!) Coke (Eric). We were dancing in the car to 70's funk, which was pretty funny to witness if you were the black guy at the drive-through window. Eric grabbed my shake, took a big sip, then tried to kiss me and in doing so, got shake all over my face, up my nose, on my shirt, etc. I was drunk enough that I thought it was funny. If I had been sober, I might have been mad. Eric was in a surprisingly affectionate mood. He was somewhat self-conscious, though, as he kept asking me if he looked good. I finally told him, "yeah, I'd do you," so he shut up.

I emailed Sara a joke, and she replied back asking how things were, so she and I have been talking a little. I feel sort of in the middle, in that I can sympathize with both her and Eric. I don't like the feeling one little bit. I'd still like to be Sara's friend, but I have to figure out how to do it without incurring Eric's ire. I'm grownup enough that I won't hate someone just because a friend asks me to. I just need to figure out how to tell him that it's really none of his business. I mean, unless she had done something truly harmful to Eric rather than just get pissed off over their living & money arrangements and ask him to leave, then I'd certainly take bad behavior into consideration.

In other news, later today a lady from a "durable medical equipment supplier" will come to work to bring me a CPAP machine and show me how to set it up. I'll report back later as to whether or not I can breath tonight. It's supposed to help my sleep apnea. If I'm able to sleep without waking up over 200 times per night, I might actually feel worth a damn and feel like getting a bit of exercise. Who knows?