MY NIGHT OUT...as I remember it

February 03, 2018

MY NIGHT OUT...as I remember it

by Ted R Bailey

With Cathy gone to San Francisco, I joyfully embarked on my Friday night adventure to the pre-nursing home, called Chili's Bar.

With my Navy buddy on my left and my Marine buddy on the right (the true hero among us, having fought in both Iraq and Afghanistan), we toasted the military together until the Navy guy said he had to go pee and never returned.

I ate my requisite chicken enchiladas and drank my fill of a tall one and a short one, during which my Marine buddy escaped with his girl friend.

My dream was another adventure to behold.

I dreamed of post-apocalyptic Earth. Those who were left, traversed from one wilderness camp to another through man-made canals by boats (which looked a lot like my new Ford Edge, white vessels the size of an SUV). They were pulled along the canal with steel cables through the rushing water, a lot like the water park.

Of course, there were always bad guys chasing me who wanted to kill me for some adventurous reason, only known by Netflix, resembling a Mad Max movie, but with boats instead of cars.

My group of Earth refugees in the boat came upon a free multi-level, concrete cave-like dwelling that resembled the elaborate roadside Texas Rest Stops, but without doors. But, you didn't have to use Trivago to find them.

It was there that I met and married a girl who looked just like Taylor Swift. She treated me like a slave and I found myself joyful and regretful at the same time. I think it was because I never saw her naked.

Anyway, I woke up three hours later and looked around obliviously wondering where I was. No boats, no cave hotels, and no Taylor Swift.

I quickly jumped on Facebook to see who I was married to....not Taylor Swift. Thank God. You never know.