Day 930 Doubling Down

 

Holy cow, do weekends fly by or what?! It feels like I blink, and suddenly, it's Sunday night and I'm left wondering if I should throw on my PJs and start prepping for the week ahead or brave the cold to go hear a fun band. After some internal debate, I made what may or may not have been the best choice—I decided to venture out.

The bar was packed with a lively crew—dancing, singing, and living it up as if it were a warm summer evening. But when I stepped onto the deck, the icy February air slapped me right back to reality. Who knew February could be so... February? Despite the chill, I couldn’t resist the fresh beach air. There's something magical about standing by the Atlantic Ocean, listening to the waves crash, even when your nose feels like it's about to fall off.

Inside, I joined the crowd and did my fair share of dancing. I navigated through the crowd until I found myself up against the stage, just in time to hear my favorite song. I held my ground for a while—proud, defiant, and possibly a little sweaty—but eventually, I gave up my prime position and worked my way back through the crowd. It’s a miracle the bar is still standing, considering how many people were dancing and how fiercely the ocean waves were crashing beneath the deck. I’m honestly shocked we didn’t all get swept away in a tidal wave of fun.

Now, here’s where it gets interesting: Tim is the self-proclaimed dictator of when we leave places, and when he decided the band was almost done, it was time to go. True to form, he made a beeline for the exit at top speed, leaving me to figure out how to navigate the crowd by myself. Not exactly the picture of chivalry, right? If he thought for a second I’m the kind of gal who would just walk out alone and meet him next door... well, he hasn’t been paying attention...have we met? 

I texted him, and after what felt like forever, he came back in to find me. But instead of a heartfelt apology for leaving me in the dust, he doubled down and told me I should’ve just followed him. Doubling down is never a good move when all the situation requires is an apology. The more he tried to twist it into being my fault, the angrier I became. Yikes. I mean, I get it, he’s use to bar hopping solo, but there’s a certain protocol when it comes to not leaving your wife stranded at a crowded bar and making an exit. 

At this point, I’m pretty sure the week ahead is going to be a rocky one—at least for Tim. Maybe I should’ve just thrown on those PJs and hunkered down for the night. Ah, well, time will tell! 

It’s fair to say, I’ll be weaving “Don’t Leave Me Hanging” into all conversations this week. Either that or find a finishing school that will teach a few important etiquette rules to an old dog.