Oh, lovely Lily. You came into the salon to tan. We have to be careful with you. We can’t just throw you into a 12 minute sun bed and over expose you. You’re unique and special. We need to be gentle with you.
Who are you lovely Lily? We’ll tan you for whatever reason you need to but you seem illusive and reserved.
I’m so happy I met you. I told you I write a blog and want to tell your story. I look forward to crushing wine or beer and cigarettes at McGlincheys with you.
I believe you could become a series in this blog. Your story is so unique I feel everyday I want to meet you for a drink.
I have no interest in exploiting you Lily. I just want to tell your story.
We were supposed to meet the week before, but she got really stressed out at work because her job is really demanding. She broke out in hives on her face and didn’t want to be seen in public.
I get that.
I wrote the above words about two months ago and I just confirmed with Lily that we are meeting for drinks tonight. I’ll finally get to know this enigmatic beauty. Technically it’s a Sun Story because I met her at the salon, but I’m getting to know her outside at a bar so I’m going to leave it as is.
I know she works in the medical field. But I feel like she’s into something else as well. So hopefully I’ll find out tonight.
I purposely didn’t order any food in for dinner tonight because I knew I’d be dining with Lily in a couple of hours. So I’m hungry.
I’m at the salon and I get a text from Lily an hour and a half before we’re supposed to meet that says the following:
“Would you be interested in a different restaurant? I actually just had Dan Dan on Sunday.”
I immediately text my buddy Roman over at Square 1682. “Are you at Square?”
I text Lily back. “Meet me at Square 1682.”
I’m happy about this change of venue. I didn’t really feel like going to Dan Dan anyway. Now I can see my favorite bartender in the city.
I get to Square at 8:15. Got to be punctual. Maybe she’s already there.
Roman is happy to see me and shakes my hand. He places a fresh glass of Chardonnay in front of me with a side of ice.
All good. I’m here early and looking forward to getting to know more about lovely Lily when she arrives. I’ll probably go with the burger and I may be able to crush it because I haven’t eaten since 2pm today.
“I liked the piece you did about McGlinchey’s in your blog. It was spot on.” (See: Why Philly Icon Bar McGlinchey’s May Never Be The Same)
“Thank you, Roman!” I’m happy that he reads and subscribes to my blog. A busy beverage manager, bartender, husband and dad has time to check out my work.
I’m sipping my Chard and chilling at the bar. It’s a quiet night despite it being Restaurant Week here in Philly.
Restaurant Week happens twice a year I think. The spots that participate in it offer a few menu items for reduced rices. Three course meals for $35 each. That’s deadly for Philly. You just can’t get that in this city at that price anywhere.
At 8:30 I text Lily that I’m at the bar.
I’m sipping and chatting with Roman and happy to be at my favorite bar in the city but only because of my favorite bartender. I don’t go out much anymore and it’s a treat to be here. I’m completely in my element here. The bar is elegant, dimly lit, and it almost feels like it’s date night here tonight. There are several couples coming and going at the bar.
I look to the end of the bar and hot latina server, Carla waves. I throw her the heart sign and she grabs it and presses it to her heart and smiles.
Ella is running around and waves as she cruises by me.
I’m home. I love this bar.
I haven’t heard back from Lily. I text her at 8:45: “Are you okay?”
I go out for a smoke. The cig tastes cool in the 30 degree night. I’m sure I’ll get a text from her cursing her UBER driver. It happens. My dear friend Alice is always classically late. I’m not worried. (See: Alice – The Cute Recruiter)
I go back in and Roman and I are chatting. I tell him I’m meeting a girl here tonight to interview her for the blog.
“Give her until 9pm. The half hour rule. Anything could have happened in this city.”
“I’ll call her at 9.”
I’m on my second glass of Chard and feeling fine. If nothing else, I’m in my favorite bar with my number one bartender. I’m only a few blocks from my house and it’s not freezing out.
I step away from the bar and go into the lobby of the hotel. I call Lily. It rings and rings and then her voicemail comes up. I leave a message:
“Hey Lily. Hope you’re okay. I’m at Square. Just checking to see if you’re alright. Call me back or text me.”
I go back to the bar. I know she said in a previous text that she would have to leave around 9:45 from our meeting. It is now 9:10. I tell Roman I want to close out.
I haven’t been stood up since the 90’s.
I’m not angry. There has to be a reason. This is a responsible woman with a real job.
I pay the bill and walk home.
I enter my apartment and am very happy to see my daughter Lorelei. (See: Lorelei – 1996 to Present – Father’s Day) She looks adorable. She has a new platinum pixie haircut. She looks like Tinkerbell.
I love that kid!
She’s watching The Dukes of Hazard on my flat screen on Netflix. The remake with Jessica Simpson. She says she’s never seen it. She liked Jessica when she was a kid. I was more than happy to buy her the poster for her room back in the day.
The only reason for me to watch that retched film would be to see her with those slamin’ legs. The only way I could view that movie would be with the sound turned down and listening to Nine Inch Nails playing the song: “Closer.”
But I digress…
I’m in my room, sipping chardonnay and smoking a cig. I start writing this piece. The great thing about writing about your life is, even if it goes badly. You still get a story out of it.
Blog needs content. Feed the beast. Good or bad you still get a story out of it.
Wait! I just got a text from Lily!
What the hell happened? Tune in tomorrow!
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