The Boy is back in town
Last Thursday, I took a day from work and made my way into the city. A bit of “me” time I decided but daren’t tell anyone at home lest I be ridiculed and abused.
Having showered and shaved, and donning a new shirt for my day out, curious looks started to emerge with the suspicion of a scarlet woman on the horizon. This was not the case but more-so my first track in two years into town.
After an hour of book hunting (interspersed with a coffee break) I decided it was time for a spot of lunch. It was much too soon for another coffee, so I made the gentlemanly decision to indulge in a glass of red or two to compliment the most splendid open chicken sandwich at Neary’s. After washing it down with a follow on, (I felt it best for digestive purposes) I decided it would be appropriate to contact the C.E.O of beauty and witchcraft via text, to let her know my whereabouts. Women worry in these troubling times of uncertainty. As a conciliatory gesture, I suggested by beloved join me for a drink later that evening. To my shock and dismay, she replied with a swift “OK” and could be there in an hour!
Coffee was hastily ordered and the young lounge boy harried around in a flustered state to clear away any remaining signs of an early start to the festivities.
Sure to her word, my bethroed arrived like a prize fighter sprung from the corner. (Minus the gumshield but always with the threat of a left hook should the evening take a turn for the worse)
After a second wind gave a new bolt of energy, I was ready to face the evening with gusto and an exuberance not seen since my younger halcyon days. So what if everyone else was twenty three?
So what if I was stiff every time I went to the bar and had to go to the little boy’s room more times than the cleaner had done that week?
The point is I was out!
I was out!
Two years of pandemic and every other act of God were not going to stop me on this momentous day of return! The day of MY return! My solo day out!
I stood in exaltation and raised my glass to the crowd!
“Sit down you fool.” She said.
I did.
She looked at me and smiled.
Thank God I had someone to bring me home.
Last Thursday, I took a day from work and made my way into the city. A bit of “me” time I decided but daren’t tell anyone at home lest I be ridiculed and abused.
Having showered and shaved, and donning a new shirt for my day out, curious looks started to emerge with the suspicion of a scarlet woman on the horizon. This was not the case but more-so my first track in two years into town.
After an hour of book hunting (interspersed with a coffee break) I decided it was time for a spot of lunch. It was much too soon for another coffee, so I made the gentlemanly decision to indulge in a glass of red or two to compliment the most splendid open chicken sandwich at Neary’s. After washing it down with a follow on, (I felt it best for digestive purposes) I decided it would be appropriate to contact the C.E.O of beauty and witchcraft via text, to let her know my whereabouts. Women worry in these troubling times of uncertainty. As a conciliatory gesture, I suggested by beloved join me for a drink later that evening. To my shock and dismay, she replied with a swift “OK” and could be there in an hour!
Coffee was hastily ordered and the young lounge boy harried around in a flustered state to clear away any remaining signs of an early start to the festivities.
Sure to her word, my bethroed arrived like a prize fighter sprung from the corner. (Minus the gumshield but always with the threat of a left hook should the evening take a turn for the worse)
After a second wind gave a new bolt of energy, I was ready to face the evening with gusto and an exuberance not seen since my younger halcyon days. So what if everyone else was twenty three?
So what if I was stiff every time I went to the bar and had to go to the little boy’s room more times than the cleaner had done that week?
The point is I was out!
I was out!
Two years of pandemic and every other act of God were not going to stop me on this momentous day of return! The day of MY return! My solo day out!
I stood in exaltation and raised my glass to the crowd!
“Sit down you fool.” She said.
I did.
She looked at me and smiled.
Thank God I had someone to bring me home.