The Lady in Red

If there was a second, super secret blog, I think this belongs in it. But there's not, so oh well.

I met the Lady in Red for drinks on Monday afternoon, and I was expecting things to be a little awkward at first considering how we know each other. I couldn't believe how wrong I was. I had arrived a little before her since where we met was closer to me. I was sitting next to annoying guy at the bar who was telling me about his gas problems, how he started eating spinach and all sorts of crazy things. This was at 3:30 in the afternoon.

The Lady in Red walked in and rescued me from him. She had mentioned that she looks good in red. She was right. We retreated to a back table and after getting the waiters attention, ordered a drink and started chatting like old pals. We continued to chat for a few more hours, enjoying a few beverages, and a lovely salad and mozzarella stick dinner. Well, she had the salad, and we shared the mozzarella sticks. They weren't that good, but the company was great. I think we could have stayed for hours, but she had to get home to tend to much more important matters.