Saturday, December 22nd, 2012

After the Mayan apocalypse brought the end of the universe some time late last night, I woke up this morning curled up around My Darling B. I always hoped that, if there was a heaven, it would be something like this.

I had to work yesterday but, when quitting time was drawing near, I shot B an e-mail that asked, “How about dinner at Alchemy? Want to meet me there?” B is not always sitting at her desk, and even when she is, she’s usually too busy to answer right away, so I didn’t expect to get an answer until she was putting away her work and shutting down her computer, which is why I honestly didn’t believe the e-mail that popped up in my inbox a minute later was from her. But it was. “OK!” was all it said.

I slid down the back of my bronto the minute the foreman yanked on the pterodactyl’s tail and was out the back door minutes later, cooling my heels at the curb as I waited for a break in traffic to cross Washington Avenue. The eastbound lanes were bumper to bumper with cars backed up from the capital to First Avenue and beyond. I couldn’t see what was holding up traffic. I had to wait about five minutes for the pokey-pants drivers in the westbound lane to let me through, picked my way through the traffic jam in the eastbound lane and I then I was on my way.

It was already getting dark and the wind was still rather brisk. I was bundled up tight and moving at a quick trot through the hard-packed snow. When my cell phone went deedle-deedle-deedle I was able to duck into a doorway for some shelter so I could take a glove off without losing any fingers to frostbite. “The roads SUCK!” My Darling B was texting me. “So do the sidewalks,” I texted back before bundling up and trotting away again.

She didn’t text again until I was sitting down at a table: “Traffic jam!” I warned her about the tailback on Washington; she tried to avoid it by crossing over at Blair and hit another jam-up. “CRAP CRAP CRAP! I just want a beer!” I checked the menu and asked, “Vanilla porter or Irish stout? I can have one waiting for you!” “VP” she texted back, so I ordered a porter and a plate of nachos with salsa to nosh on while I waited.

B had no luck getting through on Blair so she tried another route, punched through the snarl of cars on Washington and made her way to Alchemy on the back streets. It was almost five-thirty by the time she came through the front door with a big smile on her face, happy I guess to finally be out of the car and into a nice comfortable tavern where she could relax with a beer and a fish fry. The nachos bought me some extra brownie points.

heaven | 9:45 am CDT
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