Some Random Friday Night in June

Happiness is getting that apology from your ex on a random Friday night 23 years later telling you that in loosing you he made the biggest mistake of his life. 

That moment you drive into that one bar just a few mere minutes after telling Negro to heave ho (for about the 20th time!) and as the parking attendant tells you to pull up you see his car parked in the lot. That moment you step into said bar with your girlfriend ready for a night of fun and debauchery to get over having to say goodbye (for about the 20th time!) and you see him chilling at the bar, sipping Hennessy. That look on his face when you walk in, what is it? Hmm... I believe the soundtrack for that is: The men all pause. 

That moment, an hour later, another ex walks into the room, this one from 20 or so years ago, and it makes you think, two exes in one bar at the same damn time. "Wow, okay, I guess I had fun in my youth." Who woulda thunk it? Which one of them do I try to make jealous? That moment when the night with all its twists, turns, curveballs, multiple exes in one dimly lit room, plus other potential suitors, oddball events, all that just ends up being one of the most fun adventurous nights you've had all year. All those moments put together, I simply call happiness.

The men all paused, they did really pause, not kidding. You shoulda seen it. It was indeed a priceless moment. Ended the night with coffee, cigarettes and laughter. But all love. Always all love.