Up and Out

After several days of senior shenanigans, my cousins took me into the city for drinks. “I’m so glad you did this for me,” I told Painted White Rock. “When I was at your house last night I saw the bottle of wine and really wanted a glass. I even told my friend Oreggano about it. She was upset with me for not pulling you aside and having you pour me one.” “You should have. I’d had two glasses myself before y’all arrived,” she replied. Our elders aren’t drinkers and, although they know we imbibe, they prefer to not have it confirmed, especially in their presence. Thus, most times, we respect this.

Once we got in the city we found a great little riverside restaurant/bar and were enjoying our time catching up when the table next to us got into it with security. Painted White Rock and MoHo were listening intently. “Sorry, this is too good to miss,” Painted White Rock told me. It was pretty good. Apparently it was a family and one of the kids, who was under 21, had been dismissive to one or more of the security staff. As a result, they were asked to leave the restaurant. The daughter was a bit of a spitfire and was throwing all kinds of insults at one of the staff, “Nice dreads. Didn’t you know Bob Marley is dead?” We’re not sure where they ended up after being kicked out. There is a good chance they headed to Union Station and took the train home to Jersey.

We were deep in conversation again when an extremely loud helicopter flew by in very close proximity to the restaurant. “That’s quite rude,” I commented. “I’m pretty sure that was the President,” MoHo informed me. “Still,” I replied, “Quite rude.” If any of my stoopside peeps had been with me I’ve no doubt we would have advised them to slow down and fly quieter.

Toward the end of the night Painted White Rock was telling us how good her husband is to her and that he often “puts up with me.” “You look smokin’ hot in that little white dress,” MoHo complimented her and added, “Looking like that he should put up with you.” “I agree,” I stated. “He puts up and you put out.” “I do that,” Painted White Rock giggled. “Put up, put out. It’s a perfect formula,” said MoHo, “You should definitely tell him about it when you get home.”

And with that, we were up and out of there.