Rule Number One

I called Jay around 11:00 last night, since we were supposed to meet up for a drink after his shift. All was well--I was on my way to our favorite rendezvous point--but then he called to say he had drama.

Fucking drama. Back it up two weeks:

So he hooked up with this girl from the bar. No big deal, right? Except it's his bar. The bar he drinks at nearly every night. (Also, technically my bar for the same reason.) He says the sex is killer, but things with her will never go anywhere. So when she calls and wants to do something other than fuck, Jay gives her some excuse why he can't, and then we go out drinking.

So guess where she showed up last night? That's right. She busted him sitting at the bar waiting for me.

Jay got an earful from me today. I guess I wasn't so much pissed about getting ditched, just disappointed in him for breaking Rule Number One: Don't ever mess with anyone at your bar.