So, against my better judgement, I returned to Trendy Downtown Bar tonight, new ID in hand.
And I have to admit, I'm glad I did.
I went with my roomie and his girlfriend. We biked. As we were biking back, well, I pulled ahead by about half a block, as per usual. I got to the light, pushed the button, and waited for them and for the green. I heard raised voices. I assumed at first that they were merely drunk and talking loudly, but as they pulled up beside me there was a third guy with them.
So okay. It turns out that Brad's girlfriend's ex was there at the bar too -- at the next table, no less. The ex is apparently not comfortable with her being there -- in point of fact, after last week his mom, I am not making this up, texted her on her cell to tell her to stop going there.
So the Fourth Man who had followed us on his bike was a friend of her ex, who was following us to tell her not to come around there anymore.
Now, this would be ludicrous enough if he had asked nicely, but of course he didn't.
She told him, in no uncertain terms, that she will go to whatever bars she wants to.
He turned to Brad and said something to the effect of "Good luck with her, man, she's a piece of work."
And then closed with, "You'd better not come around when I'M there anymore," and took off.
Anyway. It is frankly one of the most hilarious bits of drama I have ever seen. She's about ready to file a restraining order over it. If it were me, I wouldn't go that far, but seriously, a motherfucker DID follow us halfway home and threaten us.
Brodie: Okay, then let's talk about coming up with a schedule for visitation rights.
Rene: For what?
Brodie: For the mall. I figure you can take the odd days, I'll take the even days and weekends. When there's any special feature like a sidewalk sale --
Rene: Brodie, Brodie --
Brodie: -- or a boat show --
Rene: BRODIE! ...I've always taken you with a grain of salt. On your birthday, when you told me to do a striptease to the theme of "Mighty Mouse", I said okay. On prom night, at the hotel, when you told me to sleep under the bed in case your mother burst in, I did it. And even during my grandmother's funeral, when you told my relatives that you could see her nipples through her burial dress, I let that slide. ...But if you think I'm gonna suffer any of your shit with a smile now that we're broken up, you're in for some SERIOUS fucking disappointment!