Bar Flies
Bar FliesBy GosselinGirl(Fiction) It was a snowy, winter night in Michigan. The snow was falling freely from the heavens above. It almost looked like someone was shaking a snow globe really hard, because all you could see was white everywhere. People were scooting from place to place, as I waited patiently for my friend to finish her shift at work. Friday night was girls night out with my favorite Gs. It was a special time, a time to have fun and meet new people. A time to leave the pressures from the world and life right where they belonged …outside.Getting all dolled up, at times, was a major undertaking. Our hair had to be just right, nails done, and boobs pushed up. Oh, and don’t forget some great smelling perfume. I can remember us making our weekly trip into Walgreens to hit the perfume counter. We were not rich chicks, but on Friday nights we sure could smell like we had money….compliments of Walgreens. With every last detail accounted for, it was time to put on our dancing shoes and hit our favorite spots. Time to scope and seek our next victim in hopes of finding a good one that we could keep.Our first stop on the agenda, was a classy bar where all the doctors hung out. It was called Stoogies and was more upscale in nature. Our cover would be that we were taking college classes to become nurses. This cover always seemed to work and before long we would have a table full of free drinks and food…compliments of the doctors. We might be poor, but we sure didn’t live that way on Friday nights. On that night, we stepped out of our little no good for nothing town, into a world that we only dreamed of….what we didn’t have we made up for with the stories that we told. When we couldn’t talk anymore, it was time to go on to the next place. We had an understanding my Gs and I, never get to close, never leave with someone alone, and never blow your cover. Friday nights were all about having fun and not having to pay a dime.I guess when you lived a tough life like the three of us did, the only thing getting you through each day was to have a little imagination. Oh, we weren’t afraid to live. We had been there and done that…not too much that we could say we hadn’t been through together. We were like family, the three of us. You hurt one…you hurt us all. So, we lived our lives during the week, trying to stay afloat. Working hard to keep a roof over our heads, but Friday was always different. It was like we transformed ourselves into someone different. I guess it was like playing make-believe. We knew someday it would all end. That each of us would eventually go our separate ways, but we also knew that the memories we shared would always be in our hearts. Oh the fun we once had. Eating Taco Bell in the wee hours of the morning, drinking coffee at the local café down the street to sober up before driving home, and all the belly laughs we shared. Memories of great times with great friends, just trying to have a little fun.As I look back in my past, I miss my friends. We were like Bar Flies, always sticking together. Sweet memories of some great times. Things have changed now, and my friends have since pasted away. Each of us went in our own directions in life. I am the only one still alive and every time I see a fly sitting on a table, I think of my Gs ….my Bar Flies.?
