The weekend before St. Patrick's Day, I had dinner with some friends at Shaw's Crab House. It was a fun drunken night of Maryland blue crab, sushi, oysters, and much Grey Goose with a splash of cranberry. One friend offered $1000 to the server if she could guess his name in 10 tries. She couldn't.
Before I arrived, another friend had picked up the number of a Cougar named Cee Cee. With her was her older sister Dee Dee, who kept trying to push off Cee Cee to any guy.
He wasn't interested, but he got the number mostly to close the conversation.
She didn't have his, however, so I was able to use hers in my phone and pretend I was him.
In between the restaurant and the dance bar, I called her half a dozen times but kept getting a message that her voice mail was full.
I thought my last text was it, but she responded in the morning which led to this conversation:
I didn't respond to the last one, figuring at some point it had to go somewhere.
Meanwhile I was texting the friend who got Cee Cee's number and said I could seemingly arrange to get them to stop by his place. He said that I should give them my address and see if they notice a difference.
A couple days later he said that he played poker and lost with AA. I said he wouldn't have lost with CC or DD.
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