The Almost Moment

...and so it continues.

Jim, Daphne, Lori and I head to the bars within walking distance.  It is about 11pm on a Saturday night and we are not sure how long the lines will be to get in anywhere.  There's a bar that we tend to go to whenever we go out, but it is not that often.

We walk past the shops and bars on the pier and head to a place where we can dance.  Better yet, people watch and then dance!  Jim insists on buying the first round and we graciously accept.  Keep in mind, we've already finished five bottles of wine between seven people and two of them had to drive home.  We've all had at least 3 glasse

s each.  

Better keep it light...aka I order a vodka tonic.  Nice going, Clumsy!

We grab a booth and the people watching commences.

There is a couple that is so funny, Jim and I imitated them while Daphne and Lori tried to get a picture.  The guy kept on getting in trouble for ripping his shirt off stripper style and the girl was wearing a tank top as a dress.  I could see her skanky thong...the dress did not cover her bottom.  Anyway, enjoy this.  We sure did. :)

It was after this that the bar closed down and we struggled to leave.  I was in a particularly bold mood that night and decided to suggest Jim and I get cigars.  We ask Daphne and Lori if they would like them too, but they did not care to partake in this shameless act of flirting.

Jim walks into the liquor store. "What's the most expensive cigar you have?"

Cigar Dude: "$50."

Jim:  "What's the most expensive $8.99 cigar you have?"

Me:  "Hahahahahaha."

When we all arrive back at our humble beach abode.  Daphne and Lori get ready for bed.  They come outside for a sip of a cocktail while we light up our cigars, but head inside after five minute.

So.....it's just Jim and me.  On the porch.  Smoking cigars.  Alone.

Did I mention I have never smoked an ENTIRE cigar by myself before?

After an hour of smoking, talking and drinking, Jim leans a little closer.

I can feel the tension.  This could be it.  He might try and kiss me...I can feel it in my gut....

And then the feeling in my gut starts to rise toward my throat, and I realize I am about to barf.  I say I have to go to the bathroom and I RUN.  RUN like the wind.  I puke.  Brush my teeth.  Go into the kitchen for a glass of water and there Jim is.  In the kitchen with the lights out.  We talk a little while longer, but I know the moment has passed.

But it was almost a makeout session.  Almost.

Such an almost moment.  Ever have one of those?