Happy Hour: Wine, Good Eats & Stories

Of course, since I was to meet someone after work, my shift ran longer than usual. It figures. However, the Happy Hour meeting with the old acquaintance went pretty well, though I am still processing all the rambling data received.

She's had a rough 5 years, herself and she seemed relieved to share with someone who had experienced similar situations and deceptions. She lost even more than I did; the house wasn't co-owned, but in the other person's name only. At least I didn't go through that kind of nightmare.

We talked and shared the events of past years over 2 bottles of wine, a half pound of jumbo steamed and seasoned shrimp, a hot crab/cheese/artichoke dip, and a plate of Oysters Rockefeller.  We got pleasantly tipsy and very full in the process. We shared personal info and phone numbers, and of course, she knows where I work.  However, there was no mention of doing this sort of get-together in the future.  Maybe she just needed a friendly ear, or a shoulder to lean on. 

It was a misty and foggy evening so we took only a brief walk on the boardwalk to visit the ocean before heading in different directions; she to her B & B and I headed home to a warm bed. 

An interesting evening, to put it mildly, and it was mighty nice to catch up after so long.

And so it goes.
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