Friday Night Wino

It's 9:30 on a Friday night. I wanted to get out for the evening after being in bed all day. I wanted to feel like less of a loser. I called him to have a drink. No, he just wanted to talk on the phone for a while. Said he was 'in' for the evening. I called my girl friend to see if she wanted to have some wine and a movie. No. Said she didn't feel good and by the way, doesn't drink wine.

So I'm sitting here watching a movie about dancers and feeling like a fat flabby unwanted oaf. It's sad that the only people I can call for impromptu get togethers aren't interested in my company. And that there are only two of them. I don't feel like much of a winner right now. I feel like a fat wino.