Last night was the gay bowling night. I went to meet up with Michelle, Eric, and Javi at Taqueria Jalisco. When I arrived, I saw my sisters car parked out front, but I didn’t see her inside. So I went in and sat down by the front door, so that when everyone else showed up they would see me.

I was pretty sure it was my sister’s car outside, so I figured she was in the restroom. I sat there waiting for a while. I got chips and salsa, and ordered a jamaica and a margarita. I waited still thinking Michelle was in the restroom. After 10 minutes before I decided that it surely wasn’t her car out there. I decided to go out to my truck to get my cell phone to call her and everyone else. As I was walking back from my truck I looked back in the restaurant and I saw her and Eric sitting at a booth kind of around a corner, out of sight. RUDE.

I got my stuff and went over to sit with them and then tripped up this invisible step. Um, why wasn’t that step labeled with bright yellow warning tape??? It wasn’t a full step, it was like 1″ high. Not high enough to notice, but high enough to trip a bitch. I should call OSHA.

Dinner was ok, not the best Mexican food, but the jamaica was delicious! Oh and the margaritas were so not delicious. The first one I ordered was supposed to be a mango margarita. What I got was a regular lime margarita with mango syrup squirted in it, the kind of syrup you put on a snow cone. Isn’t that super ghetto?

Bowling was fun, but mostly because we played card games all night… well until someone became a grump and decided he didn’t want to play anymore. I bowled slightly below my average. We won two of the three games though! Yays!

Today I left work early to go to the doctor about my knee and some other issues, mainly not sleeping and anxiety from work. What’s really bizarre is that all day Monday I kept thinking that my doctor was going to be gay, then Monday afternoon at the gym Michelle said to me, “When you see the Dr, tell me if you think he’s gay.” Apparently EVERYONE else thinks he’s gay. So weird that I was just thinking that earlier in the day. I have ESP!

So I left work early and went to his office. He asked me what was going on and I told him that work makes me crazy and my OCD is out of control and “sometimes I just want to stab people in the damn neck.” The instant those words came out of my mouth I started worrying. Does he know I’m just being over dramatic? I don’t really want to stab people. Is that going on my file? Is he going to write down, “Patient is psychotic and has tendencies towards murder?”

Yet, 10 minutes later we were talking about it again and I said, “I just need something to stop me from wanting to kill people.” Oh Lord… what am I saying?!?!?!? He smiled, so I assumed he knew I was just being dramatic. Although I won’t be surprised if the next time I show up he has a straight jacket waiting for me.

And as far as him being gay, I’m pretty sure he is. We started talking about sex and STDs and he was all throwing around words that only a gay man would use.

He couldn’t figure out what was wrong with my knee, so I’m going to have to go for some X-rays this week. He did write me prescriptions though. I got one anti-inflammatory for my knee, Lexapro for my crazies, and Ambien to sleep. I was so disappointed that he gave me Ambien… it’s SO last year. I was hoping for Lunesta. I want that damn butterfly to land on my shoulder and put me to sleep, just like in the commercials.

I had dinner tonight with Andy, little Handy Andy. Lol… that’s the name of his business, Handy Andy. He’s a handyman. Duh.

Because of traffic, Andy was THIRTY minutes late meeting me at the Texican for dinner. I was sitting at that table for THIRTY minutes by myself eating chips, salsa, and queso. He was taking so long that I think the waitress was pitying me and thinking I got stood up. She kept coming over and asking me, “Are you ok sir?” But it wasn’t like the normal way they ask when they want to see if you need anything. Nope, she asked in this mock concerned tone and cocked her head to the side like she thought I was pathetic and about to cry.

I’m so excited to take my sleeping pills tonight. I don’t even know if I can wait until bedtime. I want to be blissfully asleep RIGHT NOW! I can’t believe I have another gay doctor. My last doctor was gay too. Gina said, maybe all doctors in Austin are gay, I’m not sure about all that, but I do know that the weathermen sure are!

Posted by Tomithey on Wednesday, November 16th, 2005 at 10:16 pm.