I make bad decisions.
For example, after drinking quite a bit at a wedding reception in the French Quarter, I kept on drinking. Up and down Bourbon Street I went with my then-girlfriend. I watched a street artist who was incredible, then watched some other guy plop what I thought was an insulting number of coins into the street artist’s cup.
I said, a bit too loudly, “Nice fuckin’ nickel, asshole.”
That was a bad decision.
And I was wearing a fancy black suit with a bright blue tie. The other guy was wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt. An outfit better to fight in, you see.
For better or worse, we did not fight.
Soon after, I decided it would be best to get back to the hotel. I suggested to my then-girlfriend that we take the bus. I suggested this because a bus stop was nearby and a bus was pulling up.
About twenty minutes into the bus ride, I sobered up enough to realize that I didn’t know what bus we were on. Or where it was going. Or where in New Orleans we were. I looked around at the other people on the bus and noted that none of the other men were wearing a suit, and none of the other then-girlfriends were wearing a fancy turquoise number.
I decided it would be a good idea to get off the bus.
That was another bad decision.
Because after having gotten on a random bus, which had taken us to a random place in an unfamiliar city, really the next worse thing I could do would be to just get off at a random place. In an unfamiliar city.
Do you see how this was a yet another bad decision?
Here’s why I thought it might be a good idea to get off the bus: I thought I could flag a taxi.
That logic hinged upon the random chance of a taxi happening by.
I opened the door and put my then-girlfriend inside. One of us must have been able to remember the name of the hotel. Because we did get back to it.
And we did have a good time when we got back there.
When I sat down to write this, I didn’t mean to write about this. I meant to write about my drive through Chicago’s South Side the other day. This was supposed to be the intro. I guess the Chicago thing will have to wait.
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