And They Said it Couldn't Be Done

Last night I went to the bar with my sister. She'd encountered a horrific site earlier in the evening and wanted to go out for a bit (I'd prefer not to get into it. Let's just say she still lives at home with my parents and there was nudity involved). I explained to her that I'd been gardening most of the day and that I looked like ass. She said she did, too. I've known my sister my entire conscious life and I've never known her to leave the house looking like ass. Sure enouh, I'm drinking a beer on my porch, dirt under my finger nails, raggedy jeans, a pair of Tevas and a fairly nondescript sweater when she comes up the walk in a lowcut, black sleeveless shirt with some sort of sparkly arrangement, some dangerous looking heels and a perfectly fitting pair of jeans, her blonde hair flowing behind her as she walks toward me. "Wow, you were right," I said. "You totally look like ass." (When in doubt prey on the insecurities.) So we headed off looking even more opposite than usual. We went into what's become our regular haunt and when the bartender went to get my usual, I stopped him. "I'll just have some fizzy water with lime, please." He thought I was kidding. My sister shrugged her shoulders and told him that I was not. So we sat and talked and argued and laughed (mainly about the number of strappy black numbers and a dangerous looking mole on the girl sitting next to us. Yes, we're catty bitches.) She drank her Blue Moons and I sipped on soda water. I did break once and have a Shiner Bock and I fought the Blueberry martini craving that was growing within, but we had a nice time, one of the nicest I can remember having with her in a long time. And while I don't think I'll be giving up the Junipers, or the Shiners, or the Blueberry martinis or anything else for that matter, it was nice to rememer that I can have a good time in a bar and wake up to enjoy the next day. It's been a long time since I've done that. And by the end of the night, I'd almost forgotten about the incident which brought us out in the first place.