Laird

So this is not going to make much sense or be very funny to at least 90% of the people who read this, but i just have to write about this somewhere. it all started a year ago. actually, i should start with a little personal info. i have a job that, for a month or two out of the year, takes me to the center of pennsylvania for business. my business cohorts and i live in motels and work 12 hours a day 7 days a week for the entire time cause all of us just want to go the fuck home. so anyway, last year, we had had a long day, and we decided to go to this bar known as the "lesbian bar" (it's actually just a fairly upscale pizza place with no glbt affilliation whatsoever, it's just that we once saw two women sitting together and, because we are drunken assholes, decided they were lesbians.) so anyway, we are at this bar and we're getting fairly ripped. now it was a rare occassion that all four of us were actually there in the first place, but that's not really the point of the story. so anyway, we're getting drunk and loud, and the conversation turns, as it so often does, to simple pleasures such as the occassional bowl of marijuana and what-not. now, at the table next to our booth was this couple in their 50's. the woman, pretty good looking in my slightly hazy recollection, overheard us and, because it was her birthday, she was celebrating and was looking to extend the party, asked us if we had any of said weed. we did, but it was back at our motel. now, my cohorts consist of four guys, myself, Curl, Crow and J. Curl, crow and i are 25, 30, and 26 respectively. J is 57. he kinda sticks out. he was also age appropriate for this woman. Anyway, she comes over, and J is trying to get her to come back to the motel with us for ...? she declines and explains that she's with her feller, who's name is LAIRD. now, we're assholes, as i previously explained so we find this slightly goofy name to be quite amusing. so that was pretty much it. they went back to their evening and we went back to our motels alone. of course, we had to bust J's balls about his almost encounter. one of the additionally amusing aspects was that none of us could remember the woman's name (it was judith) but all of us remembered Laird.
so a year goes by, we come home, we live our lives, we occassionally opine and laugh about the time we met laird, the unhappy boyfriend guy at the lesbian bar. so february rolls around and sure enough we're back in central PA in all it's bumblefuck glory. by sheer chance we are spending one night, and one night only at the same motel we stayed at all last year. and again, by sheer chance, the four of us are all there and all of us are in the mood to go to the lesbian. and once again, by sheer chance, all this happens on a saturday night, the one night we can really kick back cause sundays we sleep in a little. so we show up, grab a booth, and who's fucking sitting right there at the table next to us. yup, laird...

yar...

to be honest, i didn't recognize them (his lady was there too, along with another woman and her guy). crow, however, recognized them immidiately. because J and Curl sometimes get a little trouble maky when really trashed, he wisely only tells me about it cause i'm still fairly sober and not the type to cause trouble. at this point my fucking mind is blown. J is sinking into deep inebriation and Curl is being goofy. So we ended up buying them a round because they had provided us with a year of laughing and stupidity. they were confused. so yeah, like i said, this isn't gonna be funny or even make sense to most people, but it broke my brain for an evening and most likely will be something i don't forget for a long time.