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My big break – and I’d just finished working a week of twelve-hour days. This was to be my reward – a Friday night out with the boys. I’d even figured how, just this once, I could escape from work a little early, so that I might have time to soak in the bathtub before we all met.
But it seemed that the rest of the world had had the same idea, and the traffic home was awful. Not the ideal start to the weekend. By the time I got home, I had to forego the soak. A quick shower was all I had time for – we were meant to meet at the restaurant at 7, and I would just about make it, but couldn’t dawdle. It would be good to catch up with my mates again, it seemed like I hadn’t seen them in ages since I’d started this new job.
When I arrived at the informal burger joint, I was only the second to arrive. John was already sitting there, perusing the menu, and George, Paul and Ringo arrived shortly afterwards. The beer flowed, and it was good to catch up with these guys, we had been mates since high school. The food, when it came, was pricey but delicious. That bun looked like it had half a cow in it!
By 10 o’clock, I was fit to drop, but the boys wanted to move on. What the hell? I had the whole weekend to recuperate. A short discussion, and we agreed on the Flamingo Wine Bar, five minutes away. In Flamingo terms, it was still very early, so we easily found a table to sit at. As the place started to fill, I just grew more tired. Paul’s voice caused me to snap awake, “Come on, soft lad, I’m getting the beers in. What are you having?”
And then I saw her.