Chasing Leprechauns

And everything else.

In the US, we like to have festive excuses to drink. Not that we really need the excuse, but it makes it more fun. So, of course, there was a lot going on over the past few days as the honorary St. Patrick's Day weekend. 
On Friday, feeling much better, I decided to meet up with one of my friends at a local brewery. As I was waiting to get a (non-green, how not festive) beer, a couple of Soldier's friends came up to say hi. It was Harry and his brother, and it was really nice to chat. They (thankfully) didn't bring up Soldier at all, and even invited me to join them the next night for a concert at the brewery. I tentatively agreed, but begged Harry to have Ginny come with, and for one of them to message me at the time. I jokingly let them know that I get very nervous about stuff like that, and that I was just asking them to let me know. Oh, I also gave the brother my number. It was innocent--he recently moved back home and is looking for a job. Since that's kind of what I do, I gave him my card, and then later on he said something about getting in touch with me the next night so I added my cell number. Anyway they had kept insisting for me to go to the concert, so I started thinking that I would. 

I heard from Ginny Saturday evening, inviting me to a girls movie night. I was a little bummed. I asked if Harry had mentioned going to the brewery and she said he had, but the girls decided to relax. I was more bummed. I tried to push going out, and she said she was fine with me going or relaxing with them. I was weighing my options until she told me that the guys had just left to stop at Soldier's before going drinking. 
Well, that made my decision for me. I obviously couldn't go out if Soldier was going to be there. He probably would have been fine with it, but I wouldn't. I haven't seen him in months and I really don't know how I'd feel about it. And my self esteem, especially with all the stress lately, didn't need that beating. Then I started pouting. For one thing, it feels like it's been forever since I've gone out and had fun. But, the fact that he kept me from going. Then I started to not even want to see the girls. I would have to get ready, just to sit around and do exactly what I was already doing. I hadn't taken my narcolepsy meds, so I also probably would have fallen asleep. And whenever I'm with those girls, they always end up talking about Soldier. I didn't want to hear about him after that. So I sat at home being upset and doing nothing. 

The next morning the brother sent me a text. He had given me a band suggestion and asked if I listened to it yet. We went back and forth a bit, and it was fun. We mentioned that we'd talked about older movies and he suggested we get together as friends to watch some older movies sometime. He said that we know most of the same people so we're already friends by association. I made a bad joke about it and he hasn't replied. I felt a little awkward about him being kind of insistent with the friends part, and it's pretty apparent that I'm good at spreading the awkwardness around. I can't decide if I should try to strike the conversation back up. It seems kind of desperate, but I'm not trying to make a move on him. It would just be really nice to have someone to hang out with. Plus, the guys don't really talk about Soldier, and that's refreshing. I'll probably just keep wondering about it for a while. Oh well. 

In other news, remember how I was cleared to be normal again on Thursday? Well, for no apparent reason, my right knee started swelling again on Sunday. So, back to the surgeon tomorrow. He's going to think I have a thing for him. (I don't.) I can't figure out what the deal is...it seems to me that there has to be something else going on. I'm beginning to think my leg needs an exorcist.