Whisky is getting very old now and as any 90 year old does, has her little idiosyncrasies. Like needing to go out all hours of the day and night. Since I'm grateful that she can still tell me with enough time to either get down four flights of steps or four flights in the elevator I don't complain about it. Of course, it also helps not having a career anymore where you have to get up at the same time Monday through Friday to put your nose to the grindstone.
This morning she had to go out at 3am. I wasn't too concerned as the most exciting time to go out around here is immediately after the bars close. So I throw on a light hoodie to cover my pajama top and off we went. She did her business pretty quickly but I kept hearing someone clunking around in the parking garage. That's not too unusual because we do live in a city that never sleeps. When we entered the lobby there were two couples coming in. I normally wait for the next elevator because you never know when someone doesn't really like dogs, but they insisted I join them. The two most boisterous ones were all over Whisky. Asking about her blindness, how old she is, how long I'd had her. That part is also pretty normal as dog lovers can tell how gentle she is. The part that wasn't so normal was how loud they were in the tiny elevator. I knew right away that they had put back a few. They had leftover food with them so I figured they must have spent the evening at The Grove.
While the one boisterous couple crouched down in the elevator fawning over Whisky, I looked at the other couple. The woman looked a bit peeved and was rolling her eyes at the boisterous couple's platitudes. She did not look like she had imbibed at the rate the other couple had. Her partner had his arm around her and it was obvious that he knew damn well she was angry that he had invited this couple back to their apartment. He kissed her on the cheek and said "Don't worry, it will be alright, I promise." She really rolled her eyes at that remark.
They got off the elevator while Whisky and I rode another flight up. I'm still laughing as I write this. I have a feeling it's not really going to be alright from her perspective. I found myself mulling all the possibilities. Would they pass out in the apartment? Would she have to get up and fix them breakfast? Would he stay up with them until dawn and party on? What would he have to do to make amends with her? Then I started wondering why he invited them. He had been drinking too, but he was coherent enough to realize that she was mad at him. It was obvious they were going to have another drink, and because of Lyft/Uber it's easy to get a ride home anytime around here, but at what point was he going to decide he had enough and HOW was he going to get them to leave? They were definitely on a roll and didn't want the night to end. I found myself hoping for her sake that they don't have a studio apartment...
xoxo
Julie
P.S. Just heard some clunking around in the stairwell and on the roof, my old lady detective senses surmise he took them up there. Smart move, dude. You may yet survive the night!
This morning she had to go out at 3am. I wasn't too concerned as the most exciting time to go out around here is immediately after the bars close. So I throw on a light hoodie to cover my pajama top and off we went. She did her business pretty quickly but I kept hearing someone clunking around in the parking garage. That's not too unusual because we do live in a city that never sleeps. When we entered the lobby there were two couples coming in. I normally wait for the next elevator because you never know when someone doesn't really like dogs, but they insisted I join them. The two most boisterous ones were all over Whisky. Asking about her blindness, how old she is, how long I'd had her. That part is also pretty normal as dog lovers can tell how gentle she is. The part that wasn't so normal was how loud they were in the tiny elevator. I knew right away that they had put back a few. They had leftover food with them so I figured they must have spent the evening at The Grove.
While the one boisterous couple crouched down in the elevator fawning over Whisky, I looked at the other couple. The woman looked a bit peeved and was rolling her eyes at the boisterous couple's platitudes. She did not look like she had imbibed at the rate the other couple had. Her partner had his arm around her and it was obvious that he knew damn well she was angry that he had invited this couple back to their apartment. He kissed her on the cheek and said "Don't worry, it will be alright, I promise." She really rolled her eyes at that remark.
They got off the elevator while Whisky and I rode another flight up. I'm still laughing as I write this. I have a feeling it's not really going to be alright from her perspective. I found myself mulling all the possibilities. Would they pass out in the apartment? Would she have to get up and fix them breakfast? Would he stay up with them until dawn and party on? What would he have to do to make amends with her? Then I started wondering why he invited them. He had been drinking too, but he was coherent enough to realize that she was mad at him. It was obvious they were going to have another drink, and because of Lyft/Uber it's easy to get a ride home anytime around here, but at what point was he going to decide he had enough and HOW was he going to get them to leave? They were definitely on a roll and didn't want the night to end. I found myself hoping for her sake that they don't have a studio apartment...
xoxo
Julie
P.S. Just heard some clunking around in the stairwell and on the roof, my old lady detective senses surmise he took them up there. Smart move, dude. You may yet survive the night!
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