May 27, 2012
Ricardo and Geoffrey are getting married in August. They’re in the city for the weekend to shop for bow ties and hats.
We’ve all heard about the new martini bar down on Second and who wouldn’t be up for martinis and tapas after a day such as this?
On the way downtown we got tangled up in some nonsense and – long story short – there was a body in the alley and police and stuff.
Sort of messed up the reservation but they held our table anyway and I thought that awfully decent of them.
“I wonder what the deal was with that dead dude,” says my companion.
People die all of the time.
“People die all the time,” I explain.
“Not in alleys they don’t,” she argues. “The police didn’t even bother to cover his feet. That’s just rude.”
She’s not from around here.
Brandy bounces to our table. “Are y’all to order?” she giggle-smile-grin-asks.
I think we’re going to need a few minutes, Brandy.