A Night Out

With bells and whistles

We've taken to having people over for game nights on Saturdays. I always complain about it a little bit but usually end up having a lot of fun. 

Last night we had 5 people over by the end. We started off playing Settlers of Catan, and for some reason it took an absurd amount of time, and I was pretty buzzed by the end of it. We then played Avalon, which we just got and knew nothing about. This was when my interest in the whole thing started to dwindle. My legs have been acting up a bit, I was tired, and I think my meds aren't making me feel great lately. Then we played Cards Against Humanity, which is always a good time. But really I was just ready for everyone to leave so I could cuddle up with Soldier.

About midnight, people started going outside, I think to smoke. Soldier put on his coat and I asked him not to go, knowing someone would talk him into going to the bar. And then I was left all alone, which made me sad. 
So of course he came back up and asked if I would mind him going to the bar. And of course I didn't want him to. Soldier has a weakness sometimes of drinking way more than he should, which makes me very worried, and I could tell he was already feeling pretty good. Then he put the guilt trip on me that he really hasn't done much without me since we've been up here.  
TR, the friend who wanted to go out, came up about that time and sweetly asked if Soldier could go out, then said that I should go too. Well, fine. If you can't beat em, join em. Unless you're cranky me. 

So we went out to this, I don't want to say dive bar, but it's definitely not overly classy. It started out fine, we started playing pool (badly in my case). A couple of TR's roommates arrived, and TR and Soldier decided they needed to go get cigars. I was okay at first, but then the time started to drag on and I started to get uncomfortable. By the time Soldier got back, he was in a "debating" mood. (His debating, to me, is just arguing. There's not a ton of back and forth)
For some reason we started discussing the issue of some bakeries refusing to make gay wedding cakes and whether or not they could choose to do that. (BTW, I was right. HAHA, I WAS RIGHT.) But each time I tried to make my points, he interrupted me...which eventually just pisses me off and makes me end the conversation. 

So I got mad, Soldier went up to the bar, and I sat there for a minute. Then I went over to where my purse and our coats were and messed around on my phone for a while. I thought once Soldier finished his drink he'd come back, but he evidently forgot about me. As I was sitting there stewing, more people came into the pool area. I was alone and it was obvious that they were rowdy, so I got even more upset that Soldier was ignoring me (despite my pouting). 

I huffed over to him with his coat and told him that he could leave me alone if he wanted but he could at least take his shit. I then sat next to TR who profusely apologized for "making" us go out, even though I kept insisting that we're adults and we made the choice. And then I told him that I just needed to be mad for a minute but that I was fine. 
There were two gentlemen sitting on my other side who started talking to me, and they were nice. Soldier decided it was safe to leave me chatting with them while he went to play another game of pool, but he at least told me this time. Again, it eventually got old. 

This bar obnoxiously stayed open till 3 so I was more than ready to go by then. Soldier called a cab and we moved to the parking lot with everyone else. He was off doing...I don't know what, and I was chatting with TR and some other people that were in the area. Then some guy came up and put his arm on my back and (I thought) said "I want to take her home." But TR answered, which made me question what he'd actually said. I was a little taken aback, but whatever. 
A few minutes later, the same guy came back and asked where I was going or something similar. I stressed that I'm married and would be going home with my husband, and he wanted to know who my husband was. He seemed to not believe me or not care or something, and I reiterated my sentiment more than once. Our cab came and I about sprinted to get in. As we were leaving, I thought I heard that guy expressing surprise about it. 

I was a little shaken. It's not like I've never been hit on at the bar before, but this was a different level. When he initially said something about taking me home, it wasn't a question. In fact, it wasn't even directed at me. It was like I was something for him to take and that's just what was going to happen. 

I still feel creepy-crawly about it. I don't know if there's much for gang activity out here, but that was the feeling I got from these guys. Lesson learned: closing time at the dive-ish bar is not meant for a classy broad.