And, The Worst Wife Award Goes To....

So, tomorrow is yesterday was the Hubs birthday. I am solidifying my place as the WORST-WIFE-EVAR by not getting him anything. It's not that I don't MEAN to get him anything. I just have been busy and sidetracked lately, and it's kind of slipped my mind.

Normally, I would use this opportunity (at work) to do some on-line shopping, but until today, my computer was out of commission. I always hate when something goes wrong with my work computer. I am in a constant state of panic - don't want the IT guy or my boss finding out that I have been visiting non-work related websites and doing on-line shopping, or checking out Facebook or Twitter. You know what I mean. I was so releived when the computer guy informed me that my "hard drive went bad", and it wasn't anything I had done. Unless when your "hard drive goes bad" is really some IT code for "this dumb girl F-ed up her computer again". I hope not.

Anyway. How I am the worst wife ever. yesterday was the Hubs birthday. We didn't really do anything, as it was a Wednesday, and not too much is going on, and clearly, we're too old for middle of the week drinking - but we didn't let that stop us. We stopped by a local bar where on any other given day, you can find about 15 of my husband's friends. Well, of course, yesterday being his birthday, not one of them was there. I am sure he was a little upset about it, but it's not as if (1) he called people to remind them to go out and meet up for his birthday, and (2) I am also sure it isn't some little consipracy against him. So, we had dinner and a few drinks, then decided to move the "party" to a bar closer to home.

When we arrived at the Bar of Misery (which is what it shall be called from this point on), of course it was empty. Wednesday night, remember? Let me tell you about why this is the Bar of Misery. It's not that the place itself is miserable, although it is. I usually end up having a pretty good time there. But it's in a strip mall that hasn't been updated since the Nixon Administration. I would say the decor in the place hasn't been updated either, but sadly, I have been going there long enough to know that they have in fact changed the decor, and even the carpeting. A few years back, some one decided that rather than being just the neighborhood watering hole, it would be awesome to host bands! So, a "stage" was built. It is less of a stage, and more like a giant six inch platform with an unnecessary amount of stage lighting above it. The best part of the stage lighting is that the ceiling isn't any taller than your average ceiling, so people on the "stage" are actually only six inches closer to the massive light fixtures that hang 18 inches off the ceiling. Clearly, no one there is any kind of engineer.

One of the best parts about this classy joint is the people. Usually, there are very few non-males, very few people under the age of 45, and even fewer that do not fancy themselves a "redneck". I am sure it doesn't take a genius to know that this place reeks of smoke and stale beer, like most bars, but in this case, I am fairly positive that the stench is actually attached to the patrons, rather than the establishment. I always get strange stares and leers in this joint, and surprisingly, this doesn't creep me out. Maybe it's because I know I could easily out run these old men should the situation go downhill fast. Hubs and I go here because it's cheap, it's close to our house (this is KEY my friends. I can not tell you how many times we have gone out for the evening, and "finished" up our night here, just leaving the car till morning. It's that morning walk to the car that is the true misery), and it's entertaining. It's always entertaining for the people, sometimes the games (darts, Sil.verStr.ike B.owling, or Meg.aTouch!), or the bands. The bands are great. Usually you have to pay a cover, and that gets me all kinds of pissy, but in the end, it is worth it to make fun of the bands and fans. More often than not, the members of the bands mimic the patrons - middle aged and little of a redneck thing going on. Last time we were there, we were finishing our evening after attending a very fancy wedding. Hubs and I show up in formal attire, looking even more ridiculous and out of place than usual, and there is a band playing, like the one I just described. The lead singer is a woman, and for what it's worth, she was belting it out, Jani.s Jopl.in style, and not too awful, at least while she was singing Jani.s Jopl.in songs. When she moved on to Journ.ey and Flee.twood Mac and other 80's classics, it started to go down in flames. There was a fan actually wearing one of those 80's beaded fringe shirts...you know, the ones where you would cut up the bottom of the shirt and the sleeves and put a little bead on it? OMG, ridiculous.

ANYWAY. This post is getting out of hand, AND I have the Hubs on my ass because he wants some food. LIKE I WAS SAYING. We went to the local Bar of Misery to finish up the birthday night. We had some more drinks, played some bowling (I lost miserably, one thing I did right on his birthday), and then I complained that I had to work in the morning, so we cut the evening short at about 11:00. GAWD, I AM SO OLD. So now, to recap, I did not buy him a present, and took him to crappy bars where his friends weren't even hanging out at, AND cut the night short because I am a wuss.

I really do plan on getting him a gift, I just haven't yet. I hope he understands. Either he does, or he's really an honest to God saint for letting me be the worst. Really, I promise you all, I am usually not this much of a slacker...it really is something that has seeped into all areas of my life lately!

Ok, I am off to fix us some dinner, and by that, I mean take-out.