Before the ball, we decided to grab a long dinner at Lark Creek Steak, Bradley Ogden's surprisingly fabulous steakhouse in the mall.
Nothing beats those fabulous potato pancakes like a view of Illuminations.
Anyway, we walked in together. Mel was instantly greeted by the bartender and a familiar looking server marched right up to me.
"Oh my gah! (unintelligible) Es nigh see jew!"
"HIIIIIII!!!!!" I overcompensated. "Hey! Oh, wow!"
He looked at the bartender. "Ees my flen!"
Oh god, I know this guy from somewhere. But there's a lot of gin joints in a lot of towns and...
"This is my best friend, Melissa."
"Hello!" He shook her hand. "I'm Beektor."
He excused himself as Mel and I ordered drinks.
"Who's your friend?"
Nervously I responded, "I don't know."
"Beth, he took our coats!"
We giggled over our cocktails and were seated. I was racking my brain when recognition hit me. "Oh, Mel! I think I remember. It's Victor from Flytrap."
"He was a server at Flytrap. I used to have dinner there a lot. You know, they have rose petals. Anyway, Flytrap. Definitely. Phew."
Victor returned and we chatted, as I was now able to inquire intelligently about our past.
"So, you're not at Flytrap?"
Cue 7 minutes of me not catching one word.
More hugs. Gratis appetizers. We got our coats back.
Now, I'm aware that I might come off as some elitist who doesn't remember the names of 'the help.' Screw you.
They have names?
I had no idea...