turning down an offer

go to jack quinn's after dinner. another irish pub recommended by a couple people last time i was in town. get a guiness. just one (i'm not a drunk yet mom). about 6 people are there. not exactly party nite. but there's football on tv. so, i sit at the bar. watch the game. jets vs. somebody. start talking to the guy next to me. is wearing a jets hat. his name - tim. just moved here three weeks ago from new jersey. thus explaining the jets hat. joined the army reserve and is stationed here. much to his pleasing. was his first choice. colorado springs is actually a pretty big army town.

we talk while watching the game. chat with dennis, the bartender, too. good stuff.

turns out sunday night is karaoke night at jack quinn's though. possibly one of the reasons for the small crowd. some big-busted asian lady wearing a flowery hawaiian-ish dress gets on stage and belts out berlin's - "take my breath away."

i think i sang it better.

very weird juxtaposition though. football...beer...irish pub... karaoke?... asian lady singing "take my breath away"?... didn't stop there. next guy did a cover of chris isaak's - "wicked game." strangeness. tried to ignore the ear / eye-soring performance and watch the game. talk to tim and dennis some more.

stick around til the jets lose. say goodbye. tim offers to let me crash at his house and shower. but, a first, i decline the offer. without even blinking. think even though i live in a car, it's the closest thing i have to a home. feel most comfortable in the deathcab. thank him for the offer anyway. tell him if i stick around i'll be sure to see him again. cool guy.

head to walmart for the nite.