I hung out with a couple of the women I used to work with. It was Leslie’s birthday so we celebrated. I was hoping to see some more people there but it was nice. We met at a sports bar and had a few drinks. We were joined by Leslie’s cousin. He was cool and laid back. We probably should have done the seating differently – it was like bridge partners talking to one another: me and Raquel were across from one another trying to have a discussion and Leslie and her cousin were yelling at each other over the table.
It turned out another one of Leslie’s cousins was working at a bar nearby so we piled in my car and drove over there. We weren’t there very long before the women wanted to dance. When we were walking to my car we passed a little outdoor café (though it was too cold for anyone to actually sit outside) and Leslie reached over and swiped an ashtray off one of the tables. Somehow I ended up with it… it was clean.
I took off my jacket and left it in the car (I didn’t want to “check it” at the club). So we finally got to the dance club, got our hand stamped and made our way to the dance floor – to find it totally empty. We must have hit there a little early. We weren’t there very long when Leslie wanted to go. I felt like Raquel and I were along for the ride. So we left.
When I got home I put on my jacket (because I didn’t want to carry it) and I found a clean, glass ashtray in the jacket pocket.
… And I don’t even smoke.
It turned out another one of Leslie’s cousins was working at a bar nearby so we piled in my car and drove over there. We weren’t there very long before the women wanted to dance. When we were walking to my car we passed a little outdoor café (though it was too cold for anyone to actually sit outside) and Leslie reached over and swiped an ashtray off one of the tables. Somehow I ended up with it… it was clean.
I took off my jacket and left it in the car (I didn’t want to “check it” at the club). So we finally got to the dance club, got our hand stamped and made our way to the dance floor – to find it totally empty. We must have hit there a little early. We weren’t there very long when Leslie wanted to go. I felt like Raquel and I were along for the ride. So we left.
When I got home I put on my jacket (because I didn’t want to carry it) and I found a clean, glass ashtray in the jacket pocket.
… And I don’t even smoke.