It was going to be a quiet Sunday evening for me, until my phone rang. It was Smitty, a friend of mine that I've hung out with at the bars plenty of times before.
"Hey Hector. Meet me at Henry's. Kevin is coming up there, too. I'll see you in one hour!"
With that, he hung up the phone, not giving me the chance to answer back. Now I need to explain about Henry's. It's not someone's house, it's a strip bar. Not one of the classier places by any stretch, but the bartender is a sweetheart, and some of the dancers are pretty good looking, if you're there on the right night!
Well, not needing too much pushing, I got dressed, stopped at the ATM, and headed over to meet up with them. I arrived at about 10 p.m., only to see Smitty and Kevin already sitting at the bar, with a beer waiting for me. I guess they saw me walking through the parking lot from the security camera. I sat down next to Smitty after some handshakes and high-fives. I said hi to Lisa, the bartender and checked out the talent that they had working that night. It was an unusually good night for a Sunday. The bar was busy, and they had more good-looking girls working than not.
I knew I was in trouble when Shawna came up to me immediately after she got off stage. "They told me you were coming up!" she said to me, as she winked at Smitty and Kevin. Shawna was this hot little black girl that I had the hots for, and they knew it!
We were sitting at the bar, chatting with the girls, when at about midnight Smitty leaned over to me and said, "Hey, we're gonna get out of here in about 30 minutes. We're going to head to another bar. I have a little surprise for you."
Now the word "surprise" coming from him is a little scary. Not in a bad way necessarily, but you just never know with him. After another beer and a couple more shots, we headed out the door. I got into my car so I could follow Smitty to wherever it was we were going to.
After about 20 minutes of driving, we arrived at this bar. It was a little hole-in-the-wall bar that I had actually been to a couple of times, because they sponsored our softball team. There weren't that many people there, so we had no problem getting 3 seats at the bar.
They said hi to the bartender, and introduced me to her. "This is Cynthia. Cynthia ... this is Hector."
We shook hands, said hi to each other, and we all chatted for a little bit, before she had to start closing up shop. Time kind of flew by after we got there, and before I knew it, it was 2:00 a.m.
Almost like they already had it planned, Kevin gets up and says to me, "Help Cynthia carry out some beer to her car when she closes up. Smitty and I are going to the store to buy some food. We'll have a late night dinner party at her house."
