Where to begin Pt.1

The last two weeks have been complete mayhem for me, and so I broke the promise to complete at least one post for any given week. I will therefore be writing one every day till I have this changing point in life fully layed out.

Two weeks ago Tuesday my best friend and I decided to out for drinks and food at one of the national wing chains. We decided that Makers Mark and Coke, or Irish Car Bombs were the only acceptable drinks on a night in the middle of the week for which to remove 5 years of the shitty end of life. After we enjoyed a ridiculous amount of Garlic Mushrooms and super hot hot wings, our buddy Fern arrived. This is a recipe for disaster as he is not called the black out king for nothing. After downing two quick rounds of car bombs, I see a large group of random strangers with a majority population of females enter, and in the mood to party decide to buy all 9 of them a round.
After some brief introductions, with everyone around I turned my attention to one of the guys named Mike. Not because I am attracted to another man, but because he looked familiar. And in a city of nearly 2 million people, this does happen from time to time. I asked the usual bullshit, where did you go to school, do you wait anywhere, did you date my friends, none striking home. Finally I asked, "DID you serve?" And bam! The home run was hit. We actually should have both felt like assholes, because you NEVER forget people who have had your back in a Fire Fight. See he served in Germany in our sister unit and we had been drinking together before. He was actually one of my good friends that I plundered that whole country with, but we rarely saw each other.
When we went to Iraq, we ran in different areas of Baghdad, but lived on the same Base. We had actually done tons of joint missions and eaten at the same chow table numerous times. We just never met each other with a beard, or looked so out of shape to each other. After realising that we were indeed amongst friends the drinking hit high gear. This wonderfully tall Brown eyed Hispanic girl named Steph asked me if I really served in the was with Mike, and after a confirmation she told me that she was glad to meet someone else who he served with. We toasted the table, downed another round and she began to ask me the usual "Interested" questions. Are you married? Do you have a girlfriend? Do you want one? The last bringing a huge smile to my face.
By this time my selections on the internet juke box finally on Kicked off with the tasteful selection of Slayer!! Raining Blood. This got the whole group of like minded headbangers riled up. After a non P-G explanation of what she liked to do to the song, she found her way into my arms. Nearly an hour later and four rounds later, she was Asked where it was I liked to go drinking. When I told her where, she asked if I knew any of the bartenders there. "I know them all!" I replied rather cocky. To which she informed me that not only was the very sexy Kitty her running buddy, but that one of my partners in crime Jay was also her friend. Once again in a town of nearly 2 million people, completely on opposite ends of the city, I meet people who know people. Lets go get hammered she yells!
After paying our rather steep bills, we find the 2 designated drivers and make the cross town journey.
Continued tomorrow....