Ghosts

Today was OK, I think my knees are starting to finally feel better. Wasn't much going on at work, and the bathroom refurbish is going, albeit slowly. Had a good rehearsal at chorus; all the music is coming together nicely. Los Amigos is kicking boo-tay with the numbers we are performing. It's gonna be a good show.
We went to Streetbar after rehearsal, and I had a couple of Scotch & sodas. Sang "Witchcraft" since they had the karaoke going on. Having good conversation with Andy, Donald, Bunky, and Alan. I really wanted to leave after my second drink and finally had my opportunity. Somebody came over and sat next to Alan. He was a cute guy, I kept making eyes at him. He was wearing a red baseball cap backwards. I really couldn't hear what he was saying. Then, like a light bulb going off over my head, I realized who he was. He was the "Australian Soldier" who I took home one night after Streetbar. He totally did not respect me and my limitations. I kind of wondered what happened to him after our "night" together, but seeing him in person just made me want to do one thing. Flee! So that's what I did. I think it was a good instinct.