June 8th, 2006


Raleigh, Carolina (Act II)

So much for time-honoured traditions. Murphy sits alone at the bar. A young woman sits two seats from his right. She seems to have some relationship with the bartender; not worth even one good try. Uncomfortable stools, plus the TV screen is off to the right, so he has to sort of straddle it with one foot on the rail and the other on the stool's beam. But at least it's a perfectly clear view.

He feels a little bad about using the phone at the Georgetown and then skipping out without even buying a drink afterwards, but the whole point of creating a Night Out is to meet at one place without getting the whole "planning" phase involved. Why can't people put a certain amount of framework on their lives? So he sits, alone, making small talk with the waitress, mostly about the absense of his friends. They're undoubtedly brushing the whole thing off with the briefest of shrugs; they don't seem to appreciate that you can have a friendly acquaintance with a hospitality services worker despite the fact that you're paying her for the drinks at the end of the night. They never really got that with the karaoke girl either. Society's fault, Murphy figures. If he were a little braver, a little drunker, maybe he'd try asking what time she got off work.

Carolina scores its second goal. I have as much chance of dating a waitress as Edmonton's got to get back in this series.


Simon: "You'd kill me if you thought you'd profit from my death."
The Madman: "Yeah, but only if I was really drunk."