"The Girl by the Window"

Well, faithful reader(s) I am back to blogging this night, Friday night and all the local yokels are partying down like there's no tomorrow and I, to be extremely truthful don't give a tinker's dam if they do. Or if they don't!!
I just got back from a sports bar downtown; now, I want you to know that as a rule I usually don't go bar-hopping or any such ridiculous thing. But tonite I had nothing to do so I got myself downtown to a local art gallery that was presenting readings of Ernest Hemingway, the great Poppa of us all. Of course, I got there late and as soon as I walked in the door, they finished the recitation...they were reading from 'The Old Man and the Sea,' which I have read a few times. I was disappointed in not being on time, but who ever goes early to these things. A very nice Hispanic gallery, people are doing very creative things in this little burg of ours. I did strike up a conversation with some people, especially a very nice (shall I say,'mature,') woman. Very beautiful but at the age when a woman is still attractive even though she may be passing through difficult waters concerning age and all the rest. She promised to email me concerning an art coop in the next state over. So I could join and all, as I am a semi-professional photographer and though some would say their art is a hobby, I prefer to call my art professional; that's my story and I'm sticking to it!!
So, I meandered into a sports bar and was quite captivated by all the beautiful women (I could not decide which of the two bar-maids was more attractive) had a Budweiser and was going to ask one of them to buy a drink for the pretty lady, "Sitting right over there by the window." Whilst I was coming in the door, I locked eyes with a very appealing young lady. Of course, I chickened out and never bought the lady a drink...que sera sera, what ever will be, will be, que sera sera. Not my scene, I guess.
So, after rambling round for a few minutes, listening to the blues and rock pouring from the cafes and taverns, I followed my nose to a waiting cab and came home. The cabbie, by chance, was the very same one who had brought me downtown a few short hours earlier. From west africa, he complained how he had been working 16 hours today and would clear only $140 at best. Well, my trip was worth it, I suppose; I made a few contacts for my photography and that was that! (While ambling down the street, I considered how the Good Book says, "Better to visit the house of mourning that the house of mirth."
Thus, I arrived home, lit a cigarette and decided to blog. "The Lord works in strange ways."