We’ve been a bit under stress lately. Turns out as we wait for our dream piano bar location to come to fruition (final negotiations and finality of a loan we really really need to make it happen), another property came up for sale about a mile from our home.
So we made an offer.
J had to drive south of Boston (over an hour away) to make the offer and found himself in the office of some very sleazy salesmen/brokers who told him he had to make an offer before receiving the profit and loss statements of the restaurant we were investigating. This is after we decided, based on the numbers we already saw and a tour of the business, that it would be a prime spot for our business. It’s like it fell into our lap.
So we were going to just lowball the offer in order to get the papers because we couldn’t make an accurate offer without knowing how the business is really doing and seeing what is it likely worth.
But the brokers refused a lowball offer.
We offered low but higher than we thought we wanted to offer.
The next day, they accepted our offer but by that point, we had gone over all the numbers and saw that the business that exists now is losing ten grand a month. And it was definitely not worth what we had offered.
We withdrew our offer in order to make another offer, which I am sure was offensive to them, but still.
At any rate, Friday night was one of our first real “date nights” in a long long time. Mainly because J was working every weekend until the summer season ended at the local piano bar.
We started out with wine in the bathtub. (to drink, not to bathe in)
Then we had some amazing Italian food at a really cute place in town. (and had more wine)
It was when J started talking kind of loud that I realized I should lay off on the wine and let him keep drinking if he’d like.
We went to another local place where live music was playing.
I drank ginger ale while J drank more wine.
We left the bar to go to the car and drive up the road to another live music haunt to meet some friends.
“I’ll drive,” I said to J.
“WHAAAAAAT? YOU MUST BE DRUNK!” he said.
I pointed to the passenger side and belted out, “GET IN.”
And he got in.
He looked at me and smiled and goes, “are you sure you’re okay to drive?”
It made me laugh and glad he could let loose once in a while.
We arrived at the final destination and we listened to a great band and were the only ones not dressed up for Halloween.
I got my butt pinched by a woman dressed like a man. (I think)
J kept his hand on my butt after that and every time I turned around, he had this smile on his face like he was already scoring with me, but hadn’t realized he wasn’t.
The woman dressed like a man came up to us and goes, “I’m really a woman, SEE!????” And she stuck her chest out so we could see she had boobs through her tshirt.
And J drawls, “Well, see this!” and lifts up his shirt (for really no pertinent reason, seeing that he is a man, other than the fact that he was slightly shnookered)
The next morning J said to me, “I don’t remember much about the end of the night…”
Which was funny.
I’m glad he didn’t remember leaning over to hug our friends goodbye and kissing our male friend, on the lips.