Thursday, December 23, 2010

All Dressed Up And No Place To Go

We had a fancy schmancy dinner thing scheduled for this evening. We'd planned our week around it, despite the change in venue and time, twice and because it was at such a fancy place we had to get all dressed up:
We looked pretty good, I thought. We drove downtown to the club, paid the valet, sauntered into the lobby, up to he concierge, was directed to the third floor dining room, strolled into the elevator, out to the hostess and she didn't know a thing about the event. We checked with the other rooms and no one knew the name. We called the other location of the club, they didn't have a reservation and didn't know the name. We called all the houses and numbers we had with us and no one was there. We hung around for forty minutes and when no one we knew showed up we decided to call it a night and went home. We ate and then went to get ATL from work and BHB from the airport. It was good.
I was a little annoyed because this was the first time EVER that I managed to blow dry my hair into something decent. I'm not thinking to take out a spot in the local Aveda but it looked okay.
C'est la vie, I guess. These things happen.

This is us and we were pretty.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Looking Good!

Master P said...

At least Tarzan got some serious eye candy for the night. Did you ever figure out what happened??

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