seven years ago today...

seven years ago today...

it was a normal day. i went to work. i probably worked. answered some calls. filed some files. you know. work things. that part of my day I don't recall. I can recall a bit of what I was wearing. I know I was wearing tight slacks. I know I was wearing a long sleeved button front shirt... I must have been wearing boots. I always was. I may have been wearing a suit... I can't recall that bit.

seven years ago today...

It was a Wednesday not a Thursday... I recall that with certainty. After work I met up with probably my best friend. More like a brother really. Hey Dave, how are you... do you remember what you did seven years ago today? I don't recall if he came over to pick me up or if I met him downtown. I don't know if I was staying in SW or SE that night either... but I know we went to the Cobalt Lounge. I remember because even though the drinks were good and it was nice and dark I wanted to move on... it was too big and too loud even on a Wednesday evening at 6 o'clock...

seven years ago today...

We headed over to Jazz De Opus (back when it was Jazz De Opus... now it's a strip club). We took a seat at the bar where the lovely blond bartender tended to our every need. She made me the perfect drink. It was perfect because we had been friends for years and she knew exactly what to make me... and we went there more to hang out with her than to listen to the jazz or eat a big steak... though both of those things helped.

seven years ago today...

Dave called his good friend and asked him to come down and hang out with us. His good friend said no. He was at home eating broccoli and rice. He had a nice glass of wine and the news hour was on. No, we'll get together this weekend he told him I don't want to drive all the way into town.

seven years ago today...

Dave put me on the phone and I said If you don't come down he's not going to shut up and his very good friend said Okay to me. By the time I passed the phone back to Dave he'd hung up on him.

seven years ago today...

Mike walked into the bar where I was sitting with Dave. Pissed off from being coaxed out of his house on a Wednesday night to hang out in a jazz bar with Dave and some girl. But he came anyway. He walked in and he clapped Dave on the shoulder and he smiled and I knew I was in trouble.