Tail Chronicles #4
This story begins in the lobby of the Ritz Carlton hotel in Uptown Charlotte. A woman in a blue dress is sitting at the bar around 11pm. She orders a water, and a cranberry & vodka. An hour later, that very order would change to no water, and a vodka cranberry. *Pay attention to how chicks order their drinks...it will give you a heads up as to their current mental state. Anyways, the woman is I.D. and clearly from out of town...something I noticed from my perch at the end of the bar. There is a group of people at the bar in between us. Some of which are sitting, and some of which are standing. They all seem to know each other. A perfect situation to give up my seat to one lucky bystander and find myself without a place to drink. Time for a relocation. My destination is closer to the target. I make sure my drink is empty before getting anywhere near her. A guy pulling up to a girl with a full drink means only one thing...you're there to talk. A man with an empty drink is there to get a refill. *Be mindful of the bartenders in this situation. Wait for them to become preoccupied before approaching the bar. You don't want them acknowledging you right way. So, I put my glass down as a clear indication to the woman that I was there because I needed another rum and coke...not because I had any interest in her. The bartender was busy serving that big crowd I previously mentioned. This provided the perfect opportunity for small talk #1.
Me: I guess even at the Ritz you're going to have to wait.
Woman: Appears so, but not a bad place to grab a drink.
Me: Few better-looking bars in Charlotte than this one.
Woman: Ah, I wouldn't know. I'm not from around here.
Me: Oh really, where are you from?
Bartender: Can I help you?
Me: Rum and Coke
Me: Oh wow. Well welcome to Charlotte, I hope you enjoy it. (That lets her know you plan to leave)
Woman: Thanks a lot.
Me: Take Care
Motherfucking jackpot. I stroll over to a couch and listen to the quiet jazz band play in the corner. The woman pulls out her phone and begins to fiddle with it. A key moment approaches as she has finished her first drink and now has the option to stay, or leave. She orders again...this time no water. Ten minutes past. The benefit of being served small drinks is that they go down a hell of a lot quicker. Back to the bar I went...same spot.
Woman: Well that didn't last long.
Me: Yea perhaps I should slow down or I'll myself right back in AA.
Woman: You weren't in AA (with a smile)
Me: Well no, you're right...perhaps one day that yearbook prophecy will come true.
Woman: Ahh, you were the one voted most likely to be in AA?!
Me. Guilty as charged. I wouldn't mind having that "HELLO" sticker with "John" scribbled across it in 4th grade hand-writing though. I didn't catch your name by the way.
Woman: Oh I'm sorry. I'm Elizabeth.
You can see where this is going by now I hope. Let me just say that the rooms at the Ritz are quite nice. The mattresses aren't as nice as the Westin...but they'll do pig, they'll do. I left before she woke.