It's Me, Sara Louise

[2009]

So when we last left our story (in case you’re only joining us now, the story is the story of how I met The Husband), I had left my coworkers at Dicey Reilly’s and was headed over to my brother’s apartment to have a drink with his girlfriend.

We had a glass of wine, chatted and contemplated going out. The more she thought about it, the more she was adamant that she was staying put for the night. But the more I thought about it, the more of a niggling feeling about returning to the work party I had left behind crept up on me. (I don’t why. It’s not like I was under any obligation to be there, except for the fingers-crossed promise I had made). My mind was set though, I was going back.

sidebar: I don’t think I can emphasize enough how odd this behavior was for me. I had left a works drink thing behind (a works drink thing that I never really intended to go to in the first place), taken a five minute taxi over to my brother’s apartment, where I was curled up all cozy like on a comfy couch, sipping wine and indulging in some great girl chatter, and yet I had decided to leave and return to the works drink thing. That is definitely some out of character behavior for Sara Louise.

When I got back to the bar, I found that my coworkers had moved from the upstairs beer garden, to the downstairs nightclub, Krystle. Krystle was not, and is not, my cup of tea so as soon as I arrived, I figured one drink, maybe two, and them home to my bed.

There I was, trying to be social and chatty, which meant shouting over the loud thumping music, smiling and nodding, and pretending that I could hear whatever conversation was being screamed into my ear. Long story short, I wasn’t having a good time, and was regretting leaving the comfy couch at my brother’s apartment. And when some drunk girl knocked over my drink, splashing it all over my jeans, and then didn’t bother apologising or offer to replace it, I knew it was time to go.

And that’s when it happened.

I was walking towards the door, my head bent down, trying to make my way through the crowd, when I looked up and saw him. He was headed straight for me.