Saint Louis Dinner and Dancing!

I did something I usually do not.

I asked a girl out who I met through work-who I saw in court one fine friday afternoon.
A lawyer-gal, who does largely the same job I do…..

We hung out in a group setting a few weeks ago.

But our first official real "date" was last night, in Saint Louis (where, she of course, lives).

8:00PM was the pickup time.

5:30 I left from Hannibal (its a good 2 hours either way)

Around 4:00 or so I start getting ready; selecting which fancy dress shirt to wear (I went with white with a hit of purple stripes)
pinstripe-or-not pinstripe pants…
and the various other facets of the dating requirements. I wore my David Beckham cologne (I know…I know, he’s a pretty-boy-lame-o. I can’t stand the brit…but his cologne is fucking delightful)

I step out towards the miata….electronic key in hand…..

And its pouring down fucking-raining. I’m talking deluge-proportions raining. For a brief second I thought whether it was worth it. Worth the concentration that would be required to drive a 2 door roadster with rear wheel drive and low-profile tires in this storm.

Then I remember I was going to see a girl.
So, the moment passed, I jumped in my Miata, and took off for good ol’ Saint Louis.

The drive went well. And by well, I mean I was scared out of my mind that I was going to die. However, I did not die. The miata did not slide off the road into a ditch. In other words, it was a complete success…..

90 Minutes or so into it, I give ye ol’ date a courtesy call(since I was about 15 minutes ahead of schedule); "I’m about 30 minutes away….be there in a bit, (and I mentioned something about the weather) She responds "its clear here." Hmm. no points for driving in a deluge. Poor E!

Then she says "Oh, if your that close, I better go hop into the shower….." ("Oh no" my mind screams…I see where this is headed)

-Cut to 30 minutes later….

I call again. "K, I’m here." A brief pause: "you’re like 10 minutes early…"

E: Well…I had to drive 2 hours to get here…arriving within 10 minutes seems pretty good to me…and I’m early"

K:I’m not ready yet. Can you drive around the block or something?

E: Blink, Blink. (GIRLS! my head shakes…) Sure.

I hang up with K. I park, right in front of her house.

I pick up my cell phone. I call my good buddy from college, B. (who lives in Georgia)

E: "Hey whats up"

B: "Yo man whats going on!" Good to hear from ya"

E: I’m sitting out in my car, waiting for my date. I’m here to pick her up, she’s not ready."

We laugh.
(We proceed to have a 15 minute conversation)

I get a call on the other line…..its K.

E: Yo B I gotta run, she’s calling me on the other line…..

B: Good luck on your date. Not like you ever need it.

–We laugh. College friendships are what they are. haha.

———————-K walks out to my car and hops in. (let the Date finally begin!)

The plans were all mine. I was in Saint Louis; for a night on the town! So i wanted to hit my hot-spots.

First. Dinner. We went to Dressel’s pub. My favorite restaurant/locale in all of Saint Louis.

I knew what I wanted and ordered it. Apparently K wanted the same. Refused to order the same as me. Waiter had to come back. I was laugh-laugh-laughing. Girls.

Dinner started at 8:30PM. We left Dressel’s at 12:30. I didn’t even notice the time. Craziness. Conversations about life, politics, and law.

Finally, it was time to move on. Next: BB’s blues and soup. My favorite blues club in Saint Louis. We arrive around 1:15 or so. I did get briefly lost on my way….(i haven’t been through downtown STL for a while)

Decent blues band playing. We went there for some dancing….

We order drinks; talking continues……
Finally we decide to dance; we roll out onto the dance floor and "shake our groove thangs"

2 songs later, the place is closing!

Its already 3:00AM…..

K stumbles outside. The doorway into the bar has a step down. She didn’t see it. I giggled. (oops) Sorry….but people tripping is funny)
I asked her if she was ok. She was….

Our date ended around 3:30AM. I took her home; dropped her off.

And then I had a crucial decision; go hang with my friends (who were likely in bed) or just suck it up and drive back to Hannibal.

I drove back to hannibal. 2 freaking hours. I made it home at 5:30AM, and promptly crashed out.

It was a fun date. fun times.

But I will not drive back in the same night again. Well, at least it wasn’t raining on the way home.

Oodles o’ love,
Erotique