The more I thought about it, the more I started thinking that if I didn't go out there and say hi/goodbye, I'd end up feeling like shit and regretting it for the rest of my life. After all, these guys ARE some of the people who made me who I am today.
So I took a deep breath, sucked up my pain and agoraphobia, and ventured out. I was so nervous when I got there that I locked my keys in the car. AIRHEAD! I didn't stress, just walked in there and holy CRAP! I was greeted with nothing more than, "HOLY SHIT, Lady K!!!" I felt almost famous.
I explained my key situation, and they announced it to the whole bar. Although embarrassing, it was actually quite comical. Someone had a slim-jim, which didn't work on my car, but one of the off-duty bartenders was determined, so in between sets we finally got the door unlocked. WITHOUT breaking a window.
Yep, cheers, drinks, and lots and LOTS of jeers later ("Hey Lady K, can you say, 'magnetic hide-a-key??!!") the night turned out wonderfully. I actually reconnected with someone I haven't seen in almost 20 years. Some connections are never severed, no matter how much time passes.
Anyway, here's a pic of "da boyz." The first one is how they are now, and the last is of everyone who played nice in the sandbox over the better part of the last 20 years. My only regret at this point is not getting a picture WITH 'em. DUH!I can't wait to see what the next 20 years brings...
Happy Monday, peeps!