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Once again, pre-Bear Night Cocktails was plagued by no-shows to the point where I wonder whether it's even worth scheduling any more. Scruffy was the only regular to show up, and it would've been an awfully lonely evening if ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu hadn't already invited a couple of friends to dinner. I'm still not really clear how we ended up hosting when getting together was their idea, but we were reassured to see that Former Houseguest's knack for breaking things in our home is undiminished. This time it was only a bottle of coke, but he chose the most strategic location possible: the middle of the pantry floor. We'll never get all the tiny crumbs of green glass out of their and now the tile is tackier than the lino in the back room of Touché.
Scruffy wanted to check out DILF night at SoFo, so we herded everyone down there and fought our way out to the back patio, where we were fortunate to find seating. The mild night was our only saving grace, since otherwise the interior would've been impossible. They even had the back bar open, but were only serving beer, so I still had to stand in an impossible queue up front. All in all, we met no one and barely lasted an hour. Still, worth trying something different if only to remind you what you like about what you've always done.
When we got back to the house at 11:30, I found a message from BDA. He's one half of a couple I met at Game Night and was thrilled to find lives steps from our house. His partner is out of town so much that we've managed to have them over on Bear Night only once; I texted him last week to ask what his excuse was this time and, sure enough, he was visiting friends in Montreal. "JE L'AI SU!" I texted back and in reply he dropped the bombshell that he and BDA were separating after something like 25 years together.
I was a bit taken aback by my reaction. Their story so charmed me (they met on the JET Programme fresh out of college) and I wasn't prepared for it to end like this. I felt for them back in the summer when their sweet old dog died unexpectedly; now part of me wonders whether they were staying together for the dog. The one who initiated it has already found an apartment nearby that he'll soon be moving out into, and I offered him my help. Meanwhile, I sent an invite to BDA to join us at cocktails, figuring it might be good for him to get out of the house.
So though I sort of felt like following the example of all my friends and calling it a night, I was glad for the chance to show him some kindness. He didn't bring up the breakup and of course I didn't ask; he was as cheery as I've ever seen him and I wasn't going to risk puncturing that. I left him in the back of the bar a couple hours later, shirtless and in the arms of something hot and bearded, figuring that my work was done--though really, as far as they're concerned, it's only just beginning.
monshu hadn't already invited a couple of friends to dinner. I'm still not really clear how we ended up hosting when getting together was their idea, but we were reassured to see that Former Houseguest's knack for breaking things in our home is undiminished. This time it was only a bottle of coke, but he chose the most strategic location possible: the middle of the pantry floor. We'll never get all the tiny crumbs of green glass out of their and now the tile is tackier than the lino in the back room of Touché.Scruffy wanted to check out DILF night at SoFo, so we herded everyone down there and fought our way out to the back patio, where we were fortunate to find seating. The mild night was our only saving grace, since otherwise the interior would've been impossible. They even had the back bar open, but were only serving beer, so I still had to stand in an impossible queue up front. All in all, we met no one and barely lasted an hour. Still, worth trying something different if only to remind you what you like about what you've always done.
When we got back to the house at 11:30, I found a message from BDA. He's one half of a couple I met at Game Night and was thrilled to find lives steps from our house. His partner is out of town so much that we've managed to have them over on Bear Night only once; I texted him last week to ask what his excuse was this time and, sure enough, he was visiting friends in Montreal. "JE L'AI SU!" I texted back and in reply he dropped the bombshell that he and BDA were separating after something like 25 years together.
I was a bit taken aback by my reaction. Their story so charmed me (they met on the JET Programme fresh out of college) and I wasn't prepared for it to end like this. I felt for them back in the summer when their sweet old dog died unexpectedly; now part of me wonders whether they were staying together for the dog. The one who initiated it has already found an apartment nearby that he'll soon be moving out into, and I offered him my help. Meanwhile, I sent an invite to BDA to join us at cocktails, figuring it might be good for him to get out of the house.
So though I sort of felt like following the example of all my friends and calling it a night, I was glad for the chance to show him some kindness. He didn't bring up the breakup and of course I didn't ask; he was as cheery as I've ever seen him and I wasn't going to risk puncturing that. I left him in the back of the bar a couple hours later, shirtless and in the arms of something hot and bearded, figuring that my work was done--though really, as far as they're concerned, it's only just beginning.