Evening out
2001 08 31
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It's a cool night outside; cool enough to call for jazz clubs, low lights, and cozy corners for two.
I walked past the windows slowly just so I could hear the hum of conversations, and see the vague shapes of people on the other side of a tinted window. The only illumination was the orange of arc sodium and strings of Christmas lights around the club's patio.
How warm it looked; how inviting.
Not far from there's another place of warm conversation and adult couples sharing the sorts of evenings adult couples share. Walls covered in old fashioned wallpaper, curtains dividing the bar from the tables, a piano covered in trinkets and various odds and ends.
The sort of place I'd want to be taken out to. The sort of place you wear a cocktail dress to, dine on gourmet-like meals, and make romance in a place conjuring up the aura of long-ago lounges and supper clubs.
Tall men, lovely women, fleeting scents of perfume, and always, always just the right soundtrack plays just on the edge of your perception; only loud enough to preserve a sense of privacy in a public place.
Conversation is always good in places like these, and evenings always end perfectly; or so my imagination tells me.