I drove back to the hotel, passing the First Baptist church where kids were throwing snow and slush at each other in the light of the headlamps of their parent's car. Made me think of our kids, and I missed them. Added to the low altitude I was experiencing. Maybe I'd been hoping for some kind of connection that day and hadn't found it. All the conversations had been pleasant, everyone was kind, but there hadn't been anything more than that. The waiters at Alejandro's were nice but they were finishing their shift, they wanted to eat their dinner after having served everyone else all night and close up.
I called Amy. Kids were in the car, she was a little distracted, we didn't connect either. Maybe you could meet people at a bar she said as we hung up.
I pulled into the bar next to the hotel and started to feel self conscious. They aren't going to want some stranger from out of town at their place. I walked in and took a seat at the bar, said a quick, probably nervous, hello to everyone and ordered a beer. Pro forma acknowledgement from the three or four guys who were already there.
I focused on the college basketball game, thinking I'll finish this beer and then get out of here. I told myself at least I tried.
