Mary the bartender, my new best friend.
Sidebar: I haven't felt like drinking lately. Figured I was just getting older, lost the taste for it. Apparently not.
Saw Wedding Crashers last night. Excellent flick. But the lovey dovey stuff made me sad. And the me who no longer cried about the ex suddenly started crying about the ex again.
Lesson 1: I'm not totally healed. It's not easy to get over this. My feelings were strong and true. This actually makes me happy.
Lesson 2: If you go up to the woman bartender with tears in your eyes and say, "I'd like a strong rum and coke, please," you will be drunk after just one. Mary is the bomb, and I had a semi-decent night. I also had a freakin' cheap tab (in Georgetown!) so Mary got a 150% tip. Love her.
Good news: I don't wake up wishing it weren't true anymore.
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