I went over to the frame shop today and met a new addition to the staff. Her name is a fog right now, but it is a toss between Kira or Gorgious Rutledge (RJ for short). Anyway, I am talking about a puppy German Shephard.
So back to main topic. I discovered I can hold my liquor. I don't know about making Hard Rock Cafe a regular stopping point because the people r quite young and I fear, if I did approach someone, she would blow me off as an old fart, or else I might find myself in competition with an athletic type anxious to make a display of brawn by making me a spectacle. I don't handle humiliation well I don't think.
Okay, so I'm sitting at the bar and a a bit of crumpet awaits her drink from the bartender. I thought she was somebody I knew but couldn't be certain because I didn't have contacts in place. So she denies being who I think she is and then klinks my drink in a toast about the how I emphasized her capability to be a model; when what I wanted to say was, 'whatdya think we blow this joint for a private corner where we can snog `til we fall apart at the seams. Go figure. Next time I`ll take my camera and go shoot everyone.