We pulled up to Victoria station and I finally got a decent signal so I started to check my emails and Facebook and messages. Oh, I have a voicemail. Voicemail? And it's four minutes long...well, 3 minutes 59 seconds to be exact. Strange, it's from a friend with whom I just had dinner the other night. The message was garbled and hardly audible but I was able to make out some conversation. He wasn't speaking to me or leaving a message. He was speaking with another friend and some of it was about me! What are they saying? Oh, I wish I had better hearing! I'm thinking I need to get this to a CSI lab stat so they can split and assess all the voices and remove the background noise like the traffic, the car...yep I used to be a huge CSI fan, Vegas mostly.
Oh dear, the evening slowly comes back to me. I check my phone and look at recent history. Missed call at 12:14am. Must've been the voicemail. But I didn't receive my voicemails until I reached London. Uh oh, I called him at 12:19 that was 8 seconds long. I received a text at 12:20. I cannot repeat what it said! I made another call but aborted at 12:20. Why did I call again at 12:21 for one minute? What did I say? I called again and aborted at 12:34??!!
Oh boy, incoming call at 12:38 and it lasted six whole minutes. Hmmm....try to remember...try to remember...try to remember! What little I do remember is not very flattering...I may have been blubbering...and I certainly cannot remember six minutes of conversation! Ayyyyy!
Dinner was so much fun, lots of laughs and great wine and great food. We hadn't seen each other in many years but it was like it was just yesterday. Constant conversation, lots of teasing and some debate...it did get heated at some point in the evening...something about men and women and what's attractive and reverse discrimination and I believe I called him a sexist. And he agreed with me, then accused me of participating in a gender war...like I said it was heated about a topic we both were obviously passionate about. I suppose there was some sexual tension but I thought it was just hilarious! My other friend would then throw a zinger into the conversation whenever things died down and we went at it again. She said it was fun and I remember she even sided with him on one occasion which incensed me even more!
Alright, another text at the same time 12:38! How is that possible if we were on the phone talking? That text was more direct with specific instructions for rendezvous. Hey, aren't we friends? Don't worry, no Harry met Sally references. It's more like Friends with Benefits. Didn't even see that film...
Then I passed out. I know I did. Because I woke up at 2am fully dressed on top of all the covers in my hotel room. Excellent. I remember that much. That's good I guess...
Note to self:
Pink champagne and red wine are a reasonable combination when taken with a very nice meal of multiple lovely courses, but do not add lethal cucumber mint martinis concocted by an enterprising bartender called Elvis who wants to add his inventions onto the bar menu. Damn they were really good.
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