Friday, June 4, 2010
Well, the first hurdle was pretty much cleared.
I met my date at Le Rendez-Vous wine bar on the Upper East Side. Cheesy name, huh? But a very nice place.
Now, I have run into this women a few times over the years at either one of my favorite bars near her, Doc Watsons, or at my local, P.J. Clarke's. I picked a wine bar because A.) It was neutral territory, and B.) Sipping wine is more civilized, and on a scorching hot and humid day drinking beer would surely test my goal to keep it at just two drinks.
I also found out that the only reason she went out with me is that I now look different and seem different; not so much because I am slimmer, but I look healthier, and my skin looks more alive (yes, longtime astute readers, that's right, I heard the same thing from the Skeptical Doctor - really, I didn't have bad skin before!)
Well, we shared a bottle of wine, and as a gentleman I picked up the slack, so I had 3 glasses of wine to her 1 to finish the bottle. And then we got up to go walk her dog (Old me would have said, "Screw the dog, let's go to another bar!"), but the bartender poured us another glass on the house. Being the height of ungentlemanly and uncouth behavior, they had to be drunk...drank? Drunken? Whatever, we stayed for the buy back. However, over the course of a full four hours I had only four glasses of wine - I mean, I could drive a car after that!
I grabbed a Mediterranean salad and happily chomped on my greens at home.