2005 was a wild year for me. If I ever forget it, you will know one of two things: 1) I have lost my marbles and must be committed or 2) I have lost my marbles and you need to commit me. And, y'all, to this day, I am amazed I survived.
Okay, quick year in review:
- January: rang in the new year at Banana Joe's (long story, but let's just say it wasn't my first choice), watched Auburn win the Sugar Bowl (War Eagle!), started UAB
- February: figured out UAB was not a nice place (unlike Auburn, War Eagle!)
- March: Spring Break '05 at the Embassy. Embassy Suites, y'all. ('nother post)
- April: Happy Birthday to me! Started allergy shots about a week later.
- May-August: eh!
- September: Went out for Rush at UAB ('cause UAB is so not Auburn or Alabama. Riiiiight.), got dropped from Rush, was on the verge of a breakdown and I gave up on UAB
- October: visit from my old neighbor, Halloween
- November: danced with Pat Beck to "Ain't Life Grand", met my future boyfriend, saw Auburn beat Bama for the fourth year in a row ("Fear the Thumb" and, of course, War Eagle!)
- December: Got a boyfriend, Christmas, whatever
The award to the most favorite moment of 2005 (no offense, Boyfriend) goes to (drum roll, please):
Pat Beck
for dancing with me to
"Ain't Life Grand"
So, I was "wallering" in misery at the bar one night. Okay, now that I think of it, maybe this happened in October. But we'll just say November. I missed Auburn. I hated UAB. And the bar was D-E-A-D dead. It was just me, the bartender, and Pat Beck. Pat and I had been drinking beer and throwing darts, and while we were waiting on our Rocky's delivery, I was playing "Ain't Life Grand" on the jukebox.
When I combine nostalgia, misery, and drinking, I have my moments, let me tell you, y'all. I think Pat sensed a meltdown coming because when I started talking about how much I love that song and how much I missed my old neighbor, and how much I hated UAB, Pat, being the good, strong, Auburn fan (War Eagle!) and bar friend that he is, stood up, grabbed my hand, and began twirling me around. And around. And around. And around. And I'm getting queasy just remembering it. I had to force myself to stop because I thought I was going to pass out.
Pat Beck and I shared many a night together at the bar, our bar friendship based on being good, strong, Auburn fans, a love for the High Life, a love for TC's, and a love for playing darts, and many memories pop up in my mind when I think about it, but that night is one I will treasure forever.
Pat Beck and I shared many a night together at the bar, our bar friendship based on being good, strong, Auburn fans, a love for the High Life, a love for TC's, and a love for playing darts, and many memories pop up in my mind when I think about it, but that night is one I will treasure forever.
While I can never get those few momenrs back, the grin on my flushed, glistening face after gliding across the floor in the light of the dart boards was enough to last a lifetime.
Pat Beck, wherever you are, and this is why I actually put your name in here, that was one of the greatest moments of my life, and you are solely responsible for that joy.
