Was returning home the other evening after helping a co-worker assemble a storage shed, and passed through a part of town I seldom visit. Not a bad part – just not on my route. Along the way I passed a small bar – a typical roadhouse – but one that jogged my memory from somewhere. But alas, I couldn’t reconcile the time/location. This feeling continued to nag at me for the next few miles – at which point I decided to circle back. Perhaps if I stopped for a beverage, I might remember.
The moment I entered the establishment – it all came flooding back.
This bar was the rendezvous point for an initial visit with a certain Dear Lady. We had met socially before – so the location worked well for both of us.
It was the evening of an AL-LSU football game. I got there a bit early and this Dear Lady was running a bit late. So I passed the time watching Al run all over LSU – all the while feeling a bit overdressed.
Then she arrived – with a grin a big as Texas saying “Boy, Have I Got Something to Show You!” Folks – for this old man, things don’t get off to any better start than this….ever.
Imagine my chagrin when the “Something” this Dear Lady was so excited to show me was……..her newly minted Concealed Carry License. Guess that’s one way to make certain a client stays in line – show up packing!!!
I figured we would catch a quick drink then adjourn to an alternate location. This Dear Lady had other ideas. Now I consider myself to be somewhat schooled in the world of Applied Vector Analysis: aka pool. I was intrigued when this Dear Lady challenged me to a game on the table.
I felt I was going to have to soften my game somewhat, otherwise I’d put a real damper on the rest of the evening. Well – that didn’t go quite as well either, as this Dear Lady proceeded to whip my ass ON the pool table and drink me UNDER the same damned table. Yep – it was the start to a very memorable evening!!!
If you’ve stayed we me this far, two questions have probably cropped up: 1) What’s the bar?; and 2) who’s the Dear Lady?
The establishment is the Relay Station and the Dear Lady is none other than the imitable Ms. Ginger.
Dear Lady, thanks for the memories (and the pool lesson!)
BTW: Do you still have my clothes?
B2