Wellsville

It has been the rain that is never stopping. There are downpours, and then drizzles, then the threat of drizzling, then downpours again. It is like a fairy tale.

It was perfect weather for going for drinks with co-workers. Just like any other sort of weather.

This occasion was different, because I mark it as the first time that I was ever given a phone number by a girl, in a bar or maybe just at all, even though I think it was a complete accident. The sole reason I was afforded a phone number was for hanging out at the Great Wellsville Balloon Rally. Which is a weird reason.





This girl was from Wellsville. I know of its existence, and I have even been there several times. This is all that transplanted people get excited about, during casual conversation. Especially transplanted people from small, rural towns.

She had never been to my small, rural hometown. Oh well.

She was very excited as I rattled off the names of establishments that I knew: Texas Hots, The Beefhaus, and "that crappy bar with the Nascar scrap metal on the walls", which she reminded me was P.J.'s. And another bar called Better Days, which I have never been to.

So anyway I have this phone number, which I guess I cannot use until summertime.

When me and my boyz were walking out they were saying that I was money in the bank. I have never been called that, before. I doubted it.

Anyway, it was a fun time, because I was able to verbally communicate with other people and they didn't seem to mind. I was even able to spark some laughs, which is always affirming. Everyone said that we will have a huge going-away partybash before I leave. Maybe that will be fun too.

Oh, the girl in human resources who has been working out my relocation is from Wilson, which is another small rural town, much closer to mine. She was also excited about that, but alas, no phone number. Prior to two weeks ago, everyone I was ever talking to was from Florida or Texas, and sometimes California, and never anywhere else.

There was just a lightning and a thunder. The drizzle is about to become a downpour, again.