Backdated to Saturday, October 25
I didn't pull out the tux again for tonight's date with Robin, but I do have on a nice suit, and it doesn't occur to me that anything less formal would be appropriate for such an occasion. I'm fairly handy in the kitchen, at least with things that aren't too complicated, but I've enlisted help for tonight's dinner, wanting to make sure everything is perfect. So my British clone Bill and his friend Helen have provided most of the food, though I did contribute a little to the preparation.
The weather is fair enough that we can dine outdoors, so I've set us up on the porch of the Officer's Club, a location that seems to have done well as a date spot in the past. The table is set, the food laid out in serving dishes, and I've even made sure to keep a spot clear for Robin's pecan pie. I look over the scene again, adjusting my tie for probably the fiftieth time since I've put it on, and nod once, satisfied that everything's squared away. Now all that's missing is my date, who is...not late. I've still got five minutes until she's due to arrive. Funny how I can look a man in the eye and shoot him down steady as anything, but I'm nervous about a dinner date.
The weather is fair enough that we can dine outdoors, so I've set us up on the porch of the Officer's Club, a location that seems to have done well as a date spot in the past. The table is set, the food laid out in serving dishes, and I've even made sure to keep a spot clear for Robin's pecan pie. I look over the scene again, adjusting my tie for probably the fiftieth time since I've put it on, and nod once, satisfied that everything's squared away. Now all that's missing is my date, who is...not late. I've still got five minutes until she's due to arrive. Funny how I can look a man in the eye and shoot him down steady as anything, but I'm nervous about a dinner date.