I’ve been telling myself I wasn’t going to post anything unless I had something to talk about aside from Nutter Butter and how sad I still am about the breakup. I don’t want to make it harder on myself than it already is, and definitely don’t want to put you all through the pain of having to read the same thing over and over again.
With that being said, Chuck came to visit me on Saturday. I had been scouting out friends all week to come and day drink with me. For the first time in months it was going to be warmer than 50 degrees and the sun was supposed to make an appearance, why wouldn’t we celebrate with some afternoon cocktails?
We made it to the bar around 2:30 and as soon as we walked in we spotted a group of guys all decked out in America gear, short shorts, and funny mustaches. For those of you that don’t know, these are 3 of my favorite things. I love people that dress up funny to drink, it just makes the day that much better. Anyway, I knew after I got a drink or two in me I’d make friends with these guys and we’d have a gay ol time. And that we did.
A few minutes later one of them walked by us so I asked what they were celebrating. And he shouted “MERICA!” Oh. My. God. Yes! Eventually we made our way over to the rest of the group, talking, mingling, and taking pictures.
After talking to one of the guys for a while, I found out that they were “from” a really small town nearby, they all worked together (for the government), yet all had San Diego phone numbers – which is a solid 2,000+ miles away. When I asked what they did for the government they all got weird, said “stuff”, and changed the subject. The other thing about these guys is that behind the mustaches and goofy clothes, they were all really hot and jacked with huge muscles and awesome bodies. Hmmmmmmm.
As it got later in the day, these guys trickled out and we were left with the only 2 without mustaches that weren’t dressed in America gear. As I started talking to this one guy, Kyle, about their job he finally revealed that they are all Navy Seals and were “hanging out” at a nearby military base until April. I didn’t believe him until he showed me his government ID and a picture on his phone of him dressed in full on sailor gear. But I still kept asking what business Navy Seals have HERE, because we are landlocked. He kept saying he couldn’t tell me, so I was then convinced they were a part of Seal Team 6 and killed Bin Laden. HAHA. I know it sounds crazy, but he never denied it. This is the point in the day when I should have stopped drinking and just went home. I could’ve left the day thinking about all the hot Navy Seals I met and wouldn’t have any regrets the next day.
But, you know all to0 well that’s not what happened…