I am not much of a gambler- thankfully. In short, I over-reacted (and by over-reacting I mean I was taking bets for reasons as to why Bear hadn’t called yet).
By late Tuesday morning, participants included:
Kay: she still had hope, exact words were “It is too early to tell”
Bails: He is a drug dealer in SD and finally got arrested. He is in jail.
Me: Novelty wore off. Of course.
Roomie: Uh. Don’t hold your breath.
So I threw myself an early birthday party, because my actual one is being forgotten due to Father’s Day. Everyone in attendance was aware of my near-fatal phone letdown, and I was happy to have a distraction.
My distraction arrived in the middle of dinner, in the form of a phone call from Bear, which resulted in cheers from all party guests.
There was fist-pumping, until Kay mentioned that he could in fact be in the bar, watching my reaction, and quickly be heading for door.
Now, we can’t have that.