Let it go to voicemail...Last night I didn't feel like interacting with the world. I put the cell phones on silent, made a nice snack for myself, and watched a few episodes of the first season of The OC. Around 11 or so, I got up to get a glass of water, noticing I had a couple missed calls. Caitlin, a girl I know, wanted to go to Dallas and didn't want to go on her own. I I reluctantly agreed to go. One thing about Caitlin, as sweet as she can be at times, drama and her go hand in hand. It requires a lot of energy to hang out with her.
So I go.
As soon as I arrive, friends of mine who were there, invited me to go downtown with them. But I had decided to go to the bar with Caitlin so I decline. I hang out there and let Caitlin do her thing.
Near the end of the night I see her and some friends of hers collecting their things and start heading for the front door. She was just going to leave me there, not even saying goodbye.
After she left, I stood at the bar, tilted back the Lonestar to my lips, and swallowed the last sip of cold beer and smiled.
That is what voicemail is for...