I spent last night in my tuxedo for the monthly meeting of a board I am a member of. The meeting was fine -- a little contentious but in a good way--, the dinner was forgettable, the wines not great. That was ok. I was on my own for the evening, staying in the city, dressed up, and for once, not pressed for time. That was the key to my feeling good, you see. Not being pressed for time. I did not have to worry about the train schedule or getting to sleep in time so that my wife had enough rest or making sure that I had enough sleep to be able to get up for the early train or anything. I stepped off the treadmill for the evening. It was very relaxing. Even if you only take your vacation from life in four hour doses, sometimes the right four hours is really medicine enough.
But what made the whole evening terrific was the conversation later.
After the dinner part of the meeting ended, I found myself in the bar with two older gentlemen from the board. One was in his early 80's and the other in his late 70's. We chatted for a long time over brandy. The topic of virginity came up and the elder fellow told us about losing his when he was 16. He came into NY with some chums from prep school and found himself with a much older woman, a prostitute. They all drew straws and he got to go second. He said she actually lit a cigarette and told him that he had until the cigarette finished burning to "complete his mission". He confessed he wasn't sure what his mission was! Anyway, he said he did go back to her one more time, after redeeming some of his dad's soda bottles to get another $5. I asked him if he brought a cigar with him for the second time and when he asked me why, I said, "well, cigars burn a whole lot longer, don't they?" He threw his head back and roared.
All in all, it was a fabulous way to end the evening as these two older gentlemen reminisced about their mis-spent youths. I felt quite lucky to be included in their conversation.
Posted by Random Penseur at March 22, 2006 09:53 AM | TrackBackHow fun! I've no doubt *they* went home, talking about the dashing young man with the mind like a steel trap and an acerbic wit.
So there.
Happy you found an oasis in a sea of deadlines, kiddo.
xoxo
Posted by: Margi at March 22, 2006 10:35 AMI love when you can find rough in the diamonds like that. (yes, purposefully misstated)
Posted by: Linda at March 22, 2006 02:55 PMYou are awfully sweet, Margi.
And thanks, Linda, although I am not at all sure I understood (what else is new!).
Posted by: RP at March 22, 2006 04:02 PM