But I will still go out. There’s a game on at 12:30, beer to
be drank, at the good dive bar down the street. Besides, who doesn’t want to
see who is out drinking on Easter Sunday morning? The bar is almost empty. The
same bartender and regular who were there Friday night are there again this
morning. I can tell the regular because he’s drinking Bud Ice in a bottle. I
didn’t even know they still made that. There’s a few guys at the top corner of
the bar. This is a good scene for being shy. Except, one thing happens. I
get…..social!
One of the things I like about this bar is how much empty
space there is. I am sure it’s banging and all nuts to butts during the summer.
Right now, I think there’s 4 other drinkers. Two guys at the top of the bar,
close to the entrance, talking shop. One, the older, raspy voiced gentlemen is into
construction. He is talking to a grey hair guy with glasses. Glasses is
offering some sort of job. I am sure this happens a lot in resort towns this
time of year. They are friends. One of them says something, and I respond! What is this madness! I am
not even drunk, and I am talking to strangers!
Even more shocking, we all share
a laugh! Well, next thing you know, we’re all busting each other’s chops,
cracking jokes. What is odd is that this sort of thing rarely happens to me.
What is even odder is I am not feeling uncomfortable. I guess this is progress.
Or maybe the beer one of them so kindly bought me kicking in.
We continue to talk like I am a regular, in a situation that
to me, is highly irregular. Songs are played in the jukebox, more beers go
around. This is such a strange feeling for me. I don’t feel judged, I don’t
feel uncomfortable, I feel included.
I continue to talk with Joe, he of the raspy voice. We’re talking, I don’t
quite remember about what, not that I was drunk, because I really wasn’t, but
because the flow was so quick and positive, I just kept going with it. He tells
me he has esophageal cancer and that he maybe has a year and a half left.
Whoa. Left hook from right field. What do you say to
something like that?
What do I say? I don’t know, maybe he is bull shitting me.
The vibe I am taking away is that he really is not bullshitting me; he really
is sick. Very sick. That’s quite a sobering moment to have in a bar. The first
thought that hit me was. “Wow, this guy could be dying. He may not be here next
Easter. And he’s buying me a beer.”
I don’t really remember what I said next. I put my hands on
his shoulders and said something to the effect of, “I am so sorry to hear this.
But if it makes any difference, I have been here for two days, and this time
right here, has been the most fun I have had.”
That is certainly not going to make his situation any
better. But if he understood my situation; shy awkward, insecure-if I could
have explained that to him, maybe he would know this was kind of a big deal to
me.
I soon found myself talking to Mike, he of the white hair
and glasses. I forget what I said (again not drunk, just going with the flow)
and it came out he was in the military. He didn’t strike me as military. When I
told him I didn’t know he was in the military (like, duh, how was I supposed to
know that) in cadence, he quickly spat out his name, rank and serial number. I
was tending to buy it, but what’s not to say this isn’t two locals clowning the
out of towner? I thank him for his service-cheesy thing to say, I know. He
remains humble, but then he starts tearing up, because he lost friends. He gets
a little choked up, far too quick if he was putting me on IMO. His reaction
seems so genuine, and I am buying it.
The mood lightens, the laughs and music return. The game
ends, and it is time to leave. I thank them for the laughs and hospitality. I
leave, knowing I will never see those two again. And it kind of gives me
perspective of my issues. Here are two guys, one who very well may be dying and
the other one who very well may have seen death. And they bought ME beer. They
hung out with ME. They, in their precious time, laughed with ME. I known
there’s some sort of lesson in there, and I have been trying to figure it out
every night since.