Go to happy hour.
So i'm not the type of person that calls up someone to make plans....yet i'm always busy. I dunno, maybe i'll send a text sometimes asking what someone is doing. But i rarely am the first to try and make plans. I have this weird phobia of asking questions. I know that sounds silly, but its true. My family makes fun of me for it. I wont even ask for something at a restaurant. But thats just me.
I got home from work on friday (have I mentioned Im home by 4 these days? amazing) and I thought i was going to take a nap. I was about to get in bed, and i thought. why not see what my friend was doing? She works far from where she lives and my house seems to be right in the middle. She always tries to go to happy hour with me so she doesnt have to sit in traffic, but i'm usually busy. But today, without thought, I called her up and asked her to meet me at happy hour. She was about to pass my house, so it was perfect timing. We met up at Fridays and had such a good time. We drank, we ate, we laughed, we talked, and we played trivia. Her fiance came, who is also one of my good friends. It was such a fun time! I dont know if you ever have played trivia at a bar, but its super fun. Because you spend half the time looking around the bar to see who else is playing and who all the code names were.
best news of all? I didnt think of him. I didnt talk about him. I didnt want him. I was happy right where I was.
"so watch me strike a match on all my wasted time. As far as I'm concerned youre just another picture to burn."
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