A few Saturday night recalls (by request)

Betsy and Cute Anonymous Friend enjoy a nice cup o java at one of the 8 Starbucks on Peachtree. They have lovely conversation about hair, boys, bicycling and Nashville. CAF gets hit on the hip by Mr. Melnyk who decides to follow our lead and leave the movie early. We decide to meet up at the Terrace. Obstacle #1: Betsy and CAF try to sneak past the 2 anonymous creepy fellows who keep following every sip of coffee that we make....no dice. Random guy #1 says Where are yall from to which CAF innocently responds Florida. True. I would have lied.
Where are y'all from? I pose.
To which a tall oddly attractive woman with jet black hair split down the middle in an exact line following down through the space in between her front teeth declares, Georgia.
Nice, I think.
The country she says.

LONG LONG LONG LONG PAUSE as I LOOK to CAF for some backup. CAF is chatting away on the phone trying to make arrangements with our escort for the evening, Mr. Melnyk. Think quick. Think quick.
LONGER PAUSE

I LOVE THOSE PEOPLE! I exclaim.
I mean, I love you people. You are the prettiest people.
LONGER PAUSE AS ODDLY ATTRACTIVE WOMAN LOOKS TO HER BROTHER (who had first posed the question) FOR SOME COMFORT AS TO WHY AMERICANS ARE WEIRD AND RUDE.

I mean (keep digging, Betsy....You people are the prettiest people.
LONGER PAUSE AND CONFUSION GROWING IN THE FACES OF OUR NEW FOREIGN FRIENDS
In the Miss America pagent.

Some how that conversation dissipates. Brother asks for our numbers. I dont do that I proclaim and hand him a business card instead. Oddly enough the business card had both a bible verse and a number of some other fellow on the back. Nice.
We scatter quickly.
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Funny thing. Not until that night on the way home from Hole in the Wall (yes, this wraps up story #2) did I recall what I had said regarding the Georgian woman (country of) and the Miss America pageant. We laughed until I peed.
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Kidding. I didnt pee.

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Earlier in the night we are on the way to Blackburn park for Sunset Cinema. If you are not familiar - my church throws big events and lots of people always show up. I was really not feeling the agenda this eveing but I wanted to play with CAP that night so I figured I would stop by the movie with her so we could then leave early and do as we pleased. So during the 4 mile trip with the windows down and a little Fray in the background I start telling some story to which I comment....You know, I just try my hardest not to offend people. I am sometimes too careful to not BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

I quickly jolt the Honda back over on to my side of the road in hopes to not have yes, offended the poor man whose lane I decided to go the wrong way in.....
Nice.
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Story 3 can go without really telling. Just put it this way. My friend and I go to Hole in the Wall after a trip to Pool Hall (How is that I go out 3 times a year and everytime I see the same 20 people who say "Where have you been." I say - I dont go out much. They say, "me neither." Funny - I think: I have seen you the last 2 times that I have ever been here....go figure???) This story would do nothing for you unless you had never been to Hole in the Wall (literally- that's what it is)- ever and you didnt really know what you were getting into. And if you had attended an extremely conservative college and thought it was going to be a low key night.

Thank goodness our buff-hot-buddy Mr. Melnyk was there to control the crowd.
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I love random nights in the Dirty Dirty.