In less than 24 hours Sleepless and I will be on a plane headed to Paris and YummYummy will be back in the land of maple.
Knowing this, we decided to make our last day in Manhattan very special (NOTE: We would do this regardless). This is best accomplished by having frozen hot chocolate and appetizers at Serendipity 3, followed by ravioli and tortelloni at Scarlatto. While eating, we had the pleasure of listening to a French Canadian couple who were at the table next to us. Their conversation sounded so sweet, so eloquent, so French.
The woman was speaking when, in the middle of her story, she broke into English, “Are you fucking kidding me?” She totally stopped speaking French to call the dog. A little later her boyfriend broke into English – also mid French/story – “If you don’t like it, don’t play golf.”
Next thing you know, we’re at the Pig & Whistle with Mr. and Mrs. Don’t Play Golf. We were tearing up the dance floor when Mr. Don’t Play Golf noticed Sleepless had been neglecting her drink, “Come on sister wife, drink up!” Sleepless did as instructed and immediately returned to the dance floor. The live band was appreciative of the energy we brought to the bar and regularly recognized our efforts, “We’d like to thank the dancers….and the singers (we assisted with the lyrics every now and again).” Sorry Andy (and Justin Timerlake, too), we’re the dancers.
We eventually danced our way to The Snug where we were warmly welcomed by our favorite bartender. It wasn’t long before we were approached by a patron who felt compelled to tell us, “There’s not much going on down there – I’m Irish. In fact, I’m not even sure I’m average.” Always good to know when you first met someone – but he wasn’t done, he had more, “I’m into brunettes.” Sleepless asserted, “Narrowed it down to two – nice.” Not Average looked at YummYummy and quickly changed his mind, “I’m a blonde kind of guy.”
Where is Good Eye Money Guy when we need him? This guy is our retirement plan.