Whoa, now. I was there. I had to work sort of late, but I mentioned that in the first thread. I rolled in about 7:40, looked around for someone vaguely matching your description (especially by the fireplace), and didn’t see anything. I sat at the corner of the bar with a Rolling Rock (actually, three Rolling Rocks) and waited, figuring that you’d have to pee sometime. After the first beer, I went up and asked the hostess for Cecil’s party, as I thought you’d said that was the name you were going to leave at the front. Nothing there, but the hostess was quite possibly the densest person in the place. After beer three, I asked a waitress if there’d been anyone here for an Internet meeting. She told me that someone she thought looked like you left around 6:30, and that two guys (who I now gather were J and Tom) sat at a table about 10 feet away from me for a while, then left.
My apologies for being late, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I had hoped it wouldn’t matter and the meeting would go long enough for me to make at least.some of it.
I even had the camera. I thought about taking my picture in front of Growler’s to prove I was there, but I think I would’ve had to stand in the middle of Olive St. to pull that shot off.
Nothing like a bad decision
Says who you are.
-Gin Blossoms, “Perfectly Still”