I want to go where everybody knows my name...

So, tonight I had my first "Cheers" moment. I went to a bar by myself. I have joked about doing this for some time now, but I finally did it tonight. I know you probably just said "what the hell?" in your head... but yeah, I don't quite get myself sometimes either. I just get in these weird moods and do random weird things. I was at home just hanging out, and next thing you know, I was at your neighborhood bar and grill downing beer and liquor. I guess alcohol was more appealing to me than the new episodes of Grey's and Lost. I must say, as I sat there drinking my Michelob Ultra (needless plug... lol) I realized that I was probably the most normal person there. By normal, I mean the only black person there... LMAO... joking!!! As I was sitting next to this guy that looked like Willie Nelson (looked like he was gonna break out Amazing Grace at any moment), I realized that this wasn't for me. It definitely seemed more glamorous on television. The bartender I must confess was very welcoming and seemed like he was waiting for me to tell him my life story, but I couldn't do it. I think he was kind of sad when I asked for the check, and he kind of gave me this "i know you're in pain, and its ok to talk to me" look. But it seemed as though my life story hadn't hit its peak. I think there is still more buildup before my world truly comes to a point where I need to talk to a man behind a bar. But stay tuned, because my life is definitely an ongoing saga...