Last night I went out with an ex-boyfriend to The Safe House here in Milwaukee. He's never been there and I hadn't been there in years so I figured it would be a good time. For those who don't know about this place, here is a little backround...
The Safe House is a bar that has a secret entrance and in order to get it, you need to know the password. If you don't know the password, they make you do something ridiculous in the lobby in order to enter. So you do your dumb deed and they let you in through a hidden entrance in the lobby. However, there is a camera watching you and streams you're actions to the bar of people inside. Everyone laughs... its a good time. Ok, so you get in the bar and it is completely spy themed. There are all these different ways to get around the bar and different levels. I'm not going to go into too much more detail but check it out if you haven't.
Anyway, Greg and I went there last night. Before we went, he asked if I knew the password. I told him no because I honestly didn't remember it. We get to the bar, enter into the lobby, they ask if we know it and he says yes! Jerk... he walks in and leaves me there to act dumb on my own. Fine. I'll play along. So I pretend I'm and airplane and fly around the lobby. No biggie to me. I'm not shy. I get in to the bar and proceed to call him a jerk. We order some drinks and talk about what's new with both of us. I knew he had recently broken up with a girlfiend and I had also recently become single yet again. (shock, I know) We decide to go walk around the bar and I show him a couple of things that I could remember. We make it back to the bar and take a seat. This is when shots started coming and the I knew that I wouldn't be going to work the next day. This is also the time that I started to text my roommate about what was going on. Here are some of the texts I sent:
"Aw, I'm having fun. lol. Memories... haha" 11:11 pm
"Ok this is probably the alcohol but I can totally picture us dating again. Oh no... (in our voice that we do)" 12:00 am
"PS... I'm drunk" 12:00 am
"FYI.. I make bad decisions when drinking" 2:29 am
We talked about our break ups with others and our own break up. I apologized for the things I did to him then (I was pretty much a self centered bitch when I dated him).
Side Note: While I was a huge bitch to Greg when we dated, he always treated me great. He was there for me when I needed him for anything. Looking back, I know I screwed myself in that relationship but hey - it was a learning experience. After we broke up, he jumped into a relationship and ended up marrying the next girl he dated after me. It crushed me. It also became a trend in my life. Almost every guy I've dated since has married the next girl they get with. Over the years, Greg and I always stayed in touch. I always had feelings for him but they changed over time. I grew to really appreciate him. He was there to talk me down from being crazy all the time. Even when it was guy trouble, he was there to listen to me. I can't remember one time in our relationship where he was ever rude or mean to me. To me, that's amazing. He ended up getting divorced and I was there for him with whatever he needed. I honestly do think that he is one of those classic "good guys" that girls walk all over. Girls - we are stupid.
We laughed the whole night and I was shocked at how much fun we had. The part of the bar we were sitting in had a one of several TVs that showed people trying to get into the bar so we started betting on which people we thought would know the password. It was hilarious. As the night rolled on, I became... well drunk. As did he. Finally around 1:45 we called it quits. We walked around the bar looking for the exit (also hidden). When we found it, we realized we needed a quarter in order to get out. We didn't have a quarter. Then this couple (the girl was just toasted) walks into the room we are in. She screams that she has a quarter! Greg takes it from her, gives it to me, and I put it into the pay phone and listen how to get out. I type in the message, another fake door opens and we exit. Greg and I said bye to one another and I proceeded to walk to my car. Well... the drunk couple decides that they should walk with me to my car. Whatever, I'm always up for an interesting story. So we're walking and they decided they want Jimmy Johns. Luckily for them, there was one down the street. I told them where to go and I went to my car which was covered in a sheet of ice. Great. I get it off and start driving home. I get a text from Greg and one thing leads to another and he ends up meeting me at my place. I didn't go into the night thinking that we would hook up. I thought we would end up talking and having a good time. I guess that is what happens when you are comfortable with someone... Anyway, we end up in bed around 4 am. I wake up at 6:30 to call my job and tell them I'm not coming in and then go back to bed. We wake up at 11 and he gets up to go home and shower. He had some coaches meeting at 2 today for football. We say our goodbyes and that we should do this again sometime - but minus all the booze. I felt gross all day from the liquor. I laid around and didn't do much. Right now, I should be at the grocery store but ehh... who really needs to eat. Right?
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