May 28, 2004: My 'venture' out into the night.

The florescent lights flicker on the ceiling at the local Wal-Mart. I have shampoo, toothpaste, and some other personal hygiene products in my shopping cart. As I was just leaving to the front end of the store to make my purchases, my purse vibrates profusely. My cell phone displays an incoming call, Alfredo it says.
--What are you doing? He says.
--Oh just a little shopping, I said. What are you doing?
--I was wondering if you want to get a drink?
--Sure, but I am at the Wal-Mart at Wetmore.
--I’ll pick you up, he said. Expect me in a few minutes.

after what seems like five minutes, golly he drives fast, he picks me up and drags me to the Venture-N. We not only live right next door to the establishment but we walked. Okay, I had rarely seen nor been to a leather bar but my attention was drawn toward the wall art. I don’t think we are in Kansas anymore. I think have seen my fair share of male anatomy for the evening. I don’t know if any of you have been to that place but what is that dude doing with that lion!

The evening progress smoothly with its little moments, everyone seemed nice enough to stir up a conversation. One man asked Alfredo and I when our baby is going to be due.
--We’re just friends, I said politely.
--I was going to say you two make a nice couple but okay.

How funny it was that Alfredo had to guard the ‘Mens/Womans’ restroom from invading older men. There was a drunk older man who stumbled our way as told me how luck it was that I was in the bar. Apparently, the Venture men don’t like women hanging out there but I politely said, well every other man, including the bartender, has no problem but you. He just mumbled some comment under his breath and tried to order another cocktail but the bartender cut him off. When the night was near its end Alfredo took me home and I just fell off into slumber.