[URBAN NOTE] It's my party
Mar. 27th, 2006 11:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rfmcdonaldSouthbound on the Dufferin bus reasonably late on a week end party night, a more-than-presentable man 40 years old with the simple rectangular wooden head of a cane grasped in his hand on one side of the aisle, an attractive woman in her late 20s wearing a skirt that ran just above her knees on the other.
He was talking to her, politely and with smiles, about a party at a place near me. He named a boutique hotel with a name that's probably excruciatingly familiar to most of the Torontonians reading this post, and went on to talk about how his friend had managed to reserve the place. She smiled back and talked with him, non-commitally but even so.
- You can't come, he said. He's buying a round for everyone, and he gave out tickets before so he wouldn't end up paying for everyone.
He got off shortly afterwards at my stop. I didn't turn to look at the woman.
He was talking to her, politely and with smiles, about a party at a place near me. He named a boutique hotel with a name that's probably excruciatingly familiar to most of the Torontonians reading this post, and went on to talk about how his friend had managed to reserve the place. She smiled back and talked with him, non-commitally but even so.
- You can't come, he said. He's buying a round for everyone, and he gave out tickets before so he wouldn't end up paying for everyone.
He got off shortly afterwards at my stop. I didn't turn to look at the woman.
