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My semi-formally formal
by pgm554
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A few years ago I bumped into an old acquaintance from high school. She had become a professional in the health field and was still unattached. I asked her out and had planned a semi formal type evening for the two of us which consisted of dinner at a trendy restaurant, a night at the symphony, and dancing to a big band afterwards.
All in all, a relatively romantic evening.
So it’s Saturday evening, I get a phone call, it’s her. She has company and they aren’t leaving any time soon, she asks if I could delay my arrival a bit and she’ll try to ask them to leave. I say I will come to the neighborhood and call when I am there. The reservations at the restaurant are shot because when I call, she still has not gotten her guests to leave. She also explains that she is not hungry, so dinner is not a priority. After the conversation, her voice inflection gives me a clue as to what the problem really is.
I get dinner at a local falafel place (the folks behind the counter wonder why somebody in a suit is at the hole-in-the-wall falafel shop).I call again, and she is nearly ready. I pick her up, she is dressed in a blue evening gown (quite cute) and apologizes for the screw up. On the way to the symphony, she attempts to explain and confess what is going on. I say let me guess,” Could it be something to do with cocaine?” .She seemed a bit surprised that my guess could be so close to the truth. Her answer was,”Yes, how did you know?”.
Hmmm, let me see, I played in a rock band in San Francisco for about 14 years and hung out with more than a few debauched rock stars and there is just something that coke does to ones speaking inflections that is just unmistakable.
From there we went to a bar, where it took a bottle or two of champagne to get her to be some what coherent company. She is a very nice person, but Mr. Coke is a very unforgiving boss. So much for my date from hell.
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