(37)So this one is slightly more embarrassing than the first, simply because this one was with the woman who is now my wife.Let me set the scene: we were part of an internship program and had a day of interviews ahead of us. She wanted to set something up afterwords.
Mimi: "Why don't we meet at Union Station after we're done with interviews and we'll get some food?"
Greg: "Sounds good. Is there any place you have in mind?"
Mimi: "No. We can decide later."
Mimi, of course, did have a place in mind. (She thinks: I need to dress up and get my pearls on so we can go to one of those really nice restaurants in DuPont. He thinks: Sweet! We'll grab some hotdogs in the downstairs at Union Station and walk home together.)
So that's how I ended up at the nebulously named "Mimi's" in DuPont. It was a dress and pearls kind of place. I showed up wearing cargo shorts that didn't match my fifth-grade safety patrol t-shirt (yes, it still fit) and my lawn-mowing sneakers that were losing their soles.
She seemed slightly embarrassed by what I was wearing, but was even more embarrassed later when she realized that she chosen a place without checking their events calendar. It was gay night. We were the only straight souls in the place.
The music was great, the food was great and the bill, unfortunately, matched. I picked it up to make up for my screw up and managed to redeem my mistake a bit.
And I still wear the safety patrol t-shirt. It's comfortable and I won't let Mimi throw it out.
2 comments:
At least you didn't have to worry about any guys fighting you for your date.
You guys should totally go back on gay night sometime to relive the memories. You can even dress the part.
This is very true ;-)
Unfortunately Mimi's Closed. A casualty of the economy....
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