Day 86-87 of Singledom

Perfect couple coming through! Here we go again pretending that everything is normal when it really isn't. This is getting weirder and weirder. Friday night was a close friends birthday party and The Ex and I decide to go together to the dinner. We went to Wildfire downtown and for the most part it was all couples. Walking in and seeing everyone I haven't seen for awhile was slightly awkward at first because The Ex insisted on holding hands as we came up to them. After the initial weirdness it became like it used to be. That also could have been the shots and drink we did at the bar waiting on our table, but regardless it went smooth from there. Somewhat. I was sitting next to the birthday girl and for the most part engaged in conversation with her but The Ex continued to rub my shoulder, hold my hand under the table or just little things that you do when you are a couple, I could tell the birthday girl was confused since she knows how things stand with us but everyone was just rolling with the punches. After a fabulous and expensive dinner we went to Rock Bottom Lounge for some after dinner drinks. Those turned out to be just as expensive and disappointingly enough when they remodeled the place they neglected to put a bathroom on the first floor. What the hell? Are they looking forward to cleaning up piss from someone who couldn't hold it all the way up 3 flights? I had to time it perfectly, oh wait, I might have to pee in about 5minutes so I should leave now. Brilliant idea folks, not only were they overpriced but they tested my bladder to the point of uncomfortability. Seems to be the theme of the night. Then the fun part came. We leave there and the only single guy decides to take us to Red Head Piano Bar. First of the bouncers looked more like mobsters and you MUST coat check. Secondly there is no piano, there is a guy with a keyboard. Thirdly there are hookers everywhere. They weren't hiding they were in plain sight and last but not least the drinks sucked. I ordered a vodka lemonade and I have no idea what the hell they gave me but after a couple sips I gave up and people watched. Old people and scummy men throughout. I felt so dirty just being in the place and can tell you there is no way I would ever step foot in that bar, brothel, whatever the hell you wanna call it again. The night ended shortly after that with no one finishing there drinks except for the one guy who brought us there. We cabbed it home and other than one snarky comment from The Ex about me liking black guys (not sure where it came from but chose to ignore it since he was drinking and I like to fight with sober people) we had a great night. Reminded me what it was like to be a character in a play. Your there but it's not really you and you might enjoy it but it doesn't last.