Barstool

I've noticed a reoccurring theme that has taken place these last three months: I seem to have formed relationships with many barstools in Long Beach. It's not that I have been on a drunken bar hopping expedition....It's just that I seem to have watched the world pass by me while perched upon a barstool. They have been swivel-typed, wood and rickety, bar height, counter height, leather, fabric...you name it. I travel with a barstool when it is necessary to hoist myself up in to the mom mobile of choice in LB: the SUV. I use a barstool to get into my house. I elevate my foot in kitchen when I am planted in rolly chair (sick of that thing, too). When I attend gatherings, I usually spend the time sitting in the kitchen and visit with the people that float in and out. I've sat at the Tree in my pjs on a barstool. I've even used a barstool to help me get in and out of the shower....I think I could write a book on the many uses of a barstool.

So, last night, I went to a birthday party...and spent the evening on a barstool. Now, it was a swivel type and had some padding, so it wasn't too uncomfortable....except for the moments when I was alone, in the kitchen. I watched the other guests mingle and eat and jam outside, out the window, from the barstool.....I watched the birthday boy blow out the candles on his cake, out the window, from the barstool....I greeted the people that came inside as they made a path to the bathroom, from the barstool. I even heard the police bang on the front door to get the band to pipe down, from the barstool....The barstool and I had a great night....but, I'm looking forward to the day where I can actually sit one ass cheek on the barstool while one foot is firmly planted on the ground. Let's just hope that day comes soon...otherwise, the next barstool I encounter might be flying throught the window.....