Thursday Night on the Town
Rewind
Last thing I remember was the really tall, blond, handsome man who winked at me from across the room at Celtica. And of course, he came over to chat with me just as we were leaving. The whole time at Celtica we were exchanging glances. I was thinking 'Hey dude, you want some of this - you have to come and get it'. Of course, typical - he only thinks to come over when we start donning coats and scrabbling for our purses and scarves scattered all over the place.
I lie. The last thing I remember was Fritland. UG. I know for a fact that I had more tomato sauce and mayo than frites. Gross.
Celtica was hopping last night. I was dancing like crazy. Good Acoustic guitar player with a sense of humour. Played a bit of everything - although I enjoyed his broken up Stevie Miller cut with Tracy Chapman - believe me - it worked. OK - don't believe me.
Before Celtica, we stopped at that little bar just down from Mappa Mundo - an alternative place. Two middle aged - and by middle aged I mean on the higher end of 50 - came in - reeling from a happy dinner. Reeking of garlic and red wine. They immediately honed in on sassy A-K - my Finnish friend who was raised in Australia. (She has a great accent! - Imagine Mika Hakkinen with a Crocodile Dundee vocabulary.) A-K had very bright red lippie on last night and these older men were hooked. She was a bit on the tipsy side already so she thought everything they said was terribly funny.
A handsome guy at the end of the bar bought us a round of wine. He kept making eye contact. I was watching a hot guy across the bar. And when we were leaving, the guy who bought us wine gestured to me, palms up to say something like 'Where are you going?' He seemed a bit peeved.
We met at place Luxembourg. Happy Hour. Two for one. The root cause of last night's misconduct. Met up with several of A-Ks friends. The hottie totties of Place lux. Was fun to be in the 'in' crowd. All the suits from the commission buzzing around us - queen bees of the hive. Wine is plonky there. A-K spilled hers on some Italian guy. When she went to wipe it away he said don't touch my privates!! She was already a wee bit saucy!
So all in all - I think I was over-served last night. No one's fault but my own. I feel slightly as if I have eaten a heavy appliance. There's a vice grip firmly clamped to the back of my brain. I am way too old for this. But last night I felt like a million bucks.
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