Well, he didn’t have to be mean about it.
This New Sadie thing was hard. The Ice Princess would have had him in cryo-freeze by now.
I shook off my desire to zap him with The Ice.
“What are my choices?” I asked.
He blinked again then started listing them off fast, “Tequila, sambuca, Kahlua, Jägermeister, anything like that. Then there are the mixed shots, B-52, fuzzy navel, sex on the beach, blowjob, screaming orgasm, quick f**k –”
“Stop!” I yelled, putting a hand up to emphasize my need for him to stop talking just in case he missed it from my yell. Then I pointed to our table. “It’s for them.”
The bartender’s eyes went beyond me to the Rock Chicks and he said, “Eleven screaming orgasms, comin’ right up.”
Phew.
All right, fine. That wasn’t so hard.
I could do this. I could buy shots for the girls. Maybe, when I got back to the table, I might talk to one of them, even introduce myself to the black-haired lady.
It was then, another bartender came up to me and handed me a piece of paper.
“This came from that lady down at the end of the bar.” He pointed to the end of the bar. I looked in that direction but I didn’t see any lady. There were just a bunch of g*y guys hanging around.
When I looked back, the new bartender was gone and my old one, Impatient Snappy Bartender, put Tex’s Budweiser in front of me and started to line up empty shot glasses.
I opened the paper and nearly fainted at what I read.
Sadie,
I’ve been looking all over for you, baby, then once I found you, waited to get close.
It’s your mother.
Don’t make a scene, go to the back like you’re heading toward the bathroom and then leave out the backdoor.
It isn’t safe for me to approach you. It isn’t safe for anyone to see me.
But I can’t wait to hold you.
Come alone and make sure you aren’t followed. -Mama
After I finished reading the note, my heart beating a mile a minute, I scanned the bar, looking for anyone that might be my Mom.
My Mom!
In a g*y bar!
I didn’t care where I saw her; I just wanted to see her.
There were women here and there but most of them were sitting at the Rock Chick table.
Then, I thought, why on earth was I hanging around?
I dropped the note and, without delay, I headed toward the bathroom. But I didn’t even bother acting like I was going to use the facilities. I walked straight to the end of the hall, pushed open the back exit door and I was outside.
The door closed behind me and I looked around. There was a muted streetlamp that illuminated the dank back alley. There were several dumpsters, some stacked boxes, some old kegs but no Mom.
I stepped out further away from the door. “Mom?” I called.