It truly was a rough week, Modern Philosophers, as you can tell from the photo, and I was determined to get the weekend off on an entirely different foot.
So I broke with my normal routine of relaxing at The House on the Hill after grocery shopping, and accepted and invitation for a drink.
I suppose it was a date. The young woman in question does tickle my fancy, but given the way my dating life has gone lately, it probably would’ve been safer to think of it as just drinks with an attractive friend.
I took the short walk across the Penobscot River to meet her at a sports bar infamous for its fried pickles. Here are some photos of my perilous adventure…
Yes, Modern Philosophers, that is the once mighty Penobscot River. Even though Spring is desperately trying to assert itself, the river is still trapped under a sheet of ice.
That is Bangor across the way. Another one of those giant holes was out there, looking suspiciously like some creature from a Stephen King novel had exploded out from under the ice. I wonder if it has killed anyone yet…
Upon further inspection, it looks like the ice wants to crack, but just hasn’t had enough motivation to follow through on the idea.
Maybe some warm, sunny days will finally do the trick!
I just really like taking photos of that blowhole in the ice. I wonder if more than one creature has emerged from the river through that exit…
The ice does go on forever. I had heard that the Coast Guard had sent cutters up this way to break up the ice, but perhaps they never made it this far up the river.
Or maybe whatever exploded out from under the ice prevented the Coasties from completing their task…
The view from the other side of the bridge reveals that there is no end in sight to the great ice blanket. Will the Penobscot River ever be free from its frozen prison?
Even the railroad tracks can’t seem to shake Winter…
Downtown Bangor. That car seems to be going through a red light while going the wrong way down the street. An intriguing way to beat rush hour traffic I guess…
The bar was right across the street from the jail. How cozy is that? Perhaps a metaphor for dating, Modern Philosophers?
The much needed drink that awaited me at the other end of the bridge. No, the shot is not mine, but maybe I should’ve downed that, too.
I can’t remember what kind of beer I ordered, but it was a much less complicated process than my friend’s ordering that shot. It was quite the experience.
Good practice for my next date, which I hope is not so far in the distant future. I really am trying to find someone special, but I guess I’m not very good at this game…
Great pics Austin . I hope you find that someone special who deserves you !
I’m afraid she’s trapped under the ice!
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Your a good man Austin,and there is a good woman waiting out there for you. I hope you and her find each other sooner rather than later. :O)
Thanks. That would make me very happy.
Hang in there my friend.
At least it was practice for better dates in the future. It makes for a good story (or blog post). 🙂
I’d rather practice with the person who wrote this comment. 😉
Aw, yeah I wouldn’t be a crazy date. At least I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be. 🙂
Are you going to send back your drink 3 times and then finally only drink maybe a quarter or it? UGH!
No way! Is that what your date did?
Yes, then she walked away without paying for it. Don’t worry, I made sure she paid me back after that disaster. And that was just the tip of the iceberg, Becky!
Wow, that’s crazy! I never send anything back unless my order is actually wrong. And I try to be really nice about it.
It was just strange. I’ll text you about it…
Definitely a strange situation!
Yeah. That was the second time I’d gone out with her and she did something weird. The first time, I wrote it off as nerves. Now, I think there is something wrong…
Yeah, it sounds like that was more than nerves.
For sure. It’s sad to see, but I hope she is going to be okay…
I hope so, too.
I shared the tale with a coworker today, and she thought it sounded like a very odd evening. Which it certainly was…
Yes, it’s quite the story!
Bad dating stories as like a purple heart we proudly wear to show that we’ve been injured in dating combat. 🙂
Well said. 🙂
Thank you. I will wear the blushing you just caused like a medal of honor. 😉
Good to hear. 🙂
I think it’s a fun idea. A Medal for making you blush, another for making you smile…
Sure, I think that’s a good idea. 🙂
You can award me medals whenever you feel it’s right. Just let me know. 😉
You’re full of good ideas. 🙂
This comment ended up in my spam folder. I wonder what that’s all about, Becky!
Actually, that reminds me of a funny story I have to tell you about the Valentine’s Day date I went on.
Ok. I look forward to hearing it…
Yes, it’s a quick story, but it’s just kind of funny.
I’m sure it is. 🙂
🙂
Now do you understand why this date was so odd?
I completely do! I’ve never had a date that strange before.
There was more to it, but you got the highlights…
Yes I did. Wow, definitely crazier than any date I’ve ever been on.
This is not a category in which you’d ever want to beat me. Trust me. 🙂
You wouldn’t be that odd if you went out with me, would you?
I definitely wouldn’t want to, no! Nah, I probably wouldn’t.
You know you don’t, Becky. No more bad dates for either of us!
I like the sound of that!
Stick with me. I’m full of great ideas for the future!
Definitely!
I like that enthusiasm, Miss Becky! 🙂
Thank you. 🙂
Were you ever a cheerleader? You seem to have that pep and positivity.
Nooope, definitely not.
I didn’t think so, but I had to ask. If only to bust your chops. 😉
Great pictures, I think an ice creature has taken your future lady into their lair. She’ll need rescuing when spring arrives. Hope you find someone special soon. Sometimes they turn up when you least expect it. 🙂
And sometimes, you have to rescue her from the creature’s lair I suppose…