The night was an adventure. We'll start with the homecoming. I had simple hors d'ouvres waiting on the bar - the crusty roasted garlic bread with balsamic and olive oil for dipping. I was only set up for one, but I offered some to H as soon as he walked in the door.
H: Well look at you! All ready for a night on the town, Miss Ankle Bells?
Dia: <pirouettes>
I chattered animatedly about where I was going, Irish music night, etc. We discussed that he'd been there once; he thought it was a bar. No, sez I, it's an artsy coffee house like the The Green Dragon used to be! They do serve beer and wine, though. In fact, they have this drink that's a stout with a shot of espresso - and I just might try it.
His eyes kept roving up and down, checking me out w/o saying anything. He told me to have a great time, and he'd want to hear all about it when I got back. I said I'd be back probably between 9 and 10, but did he want a call if I'd be out later than that? Yes, he wanted a call if I'd be out past midnight.
H <teasing>: And I'll expect text messages with pictures every 5 minutes to make sure you're doing something respectable.
Dia <archly>: Oh, I'm supposed to be doing something respectable, am I?
H <smug>: Yes.
I hugged kidlet and left before they did. H was seated on the couch and didn't appear to be hug-imminent, so I left w/o giving him one.
The rest of the adventure to follow...
Last edited by Dia; 09/11/0905:42 AM.
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