Lunch with the lovely Miss D
Mates lunch for me as you probably know is a bridge that force of habit necissates crossing at or about an hour past noon. The meal (I use the term loosely) usually comprises a few morsels that would put the Spartans to shame. The time taken to complete the ritual is largely dictated by the availability of that precious resource. All in all a "non event" in the typical day of yours truly.
Why then; you are justified in asking the author; are you putting us through this drivel? Where you may ask, are the profound insites on last eves games? Our meat and drink you may say comprises Soccer on the menu with participating nations filling in as flavors.
The deviation from standard practice comes largely due to the delightful intervention from Miss D. Was privileged to receive a call (truly once in a bluemoon occurring) last mng from her. Inquiring about my wellbeing was she and for those of you who might be interested am doing fine (perhaps even better for the experience.. ). And after the usual civil exchanges am glad to declare that she graciously accepted my offer to buy lunch. So forgive me if you can, but as you can clearly see have better stuff to pen down. And while I might want to Tom Tom and look very suave about the situation, guess I have to hand her the credit.
It came as no surprise to my colleagues to see me scamper away from Malad at about 1:00 (late as usual). Little did they know what was on the agenda (but were warned that I was on imp business and not to be disturbed). Fellas before you chaps start accusing me of playing hookie (why would I do it on a day when there are no games?) may put my good name in the clear by informing you that I actually had a business call at 3:30 and am clearly entitled to spend about an hour on lunch. As luck would have it spent a happy couple and the meeting started at 4:00.
Was able to pick her up just 30 mins later than scheduled. Did pinch myself to check if I was awake (thought I had got the pink slip from her after our long bout of silence, but more on those thoughts some other time). She was looking as gorgeous as ever (do I sense green eyes?). After some deliberation we were able to agree on Cafe Bassilico as our destination. (tried to find a online avatar, but best I can supply is: http://www.bestofbombay.com/event.php?eid=4530&ym=). Reached quite quickly and the valet took his time to take the gaadi.
The place, much to my surprise was full and despite the presence of Miss D (clearly the star of the show) we were shunted to a outdoor table (suggest you folks call and make a reservation if you plan to go there. Details: Café Basilico Bistro & Deli, St. John Road, Pali Naka, Bandra (W). Phone number- 022 55055555/ 55039999) .
By now as you would have guessed I was sweating more so cause of the cos rather than the weather. And while you might want to attribute such behaviour to my nerves the truth of the matter is otherwise. The ordering done with (she: Chkn s/w in white sauce, me: barbecue chkn s/w, us: Tiramisu; everything I guess pretty decent but did not really matter) conversation was light flowing and typically branded SN.
Got to know each other a little more (always a good thing methinks). Tattled about our jobs and bosses. She would like to change both, i prefer not to think about such profound topics. This and a lot of other stuff i am not putting down here.
Finally agreed to rendezvous again (not a meal this time and I am responsible for planning the entertainment). Was pretty sorry the aft came to an end. I guess i have your sympathy and you folks must be saying "not footer, but good stuff lad". Will keep you all updated on more happenings.
PS: Attempts to acquire Miss D's identity from me or from this page will be met with staunch resistance. Lets keep our peace on this one.
Why then; you are justified in asking the author; are you putting us through this drivel? Where you may ask, are the profound insites on last eves games? Our meat and drink you may say comprises Soccer on the menu with participating nations filling in as flavors.
The deviation from standard practice comes largely due to the delightful intervention from Miss D. Was privileged to receive a call (truly once in a bluemoon occurring) last mng from her. Inquiring about my wellbeing was she and for those of you who might be interested am doing fine (perhaps even better for the experience.. ). And after the usual civil exchanges am glad to declare that she graciously accepted my offer to buy lunch. So forgive me if you can, but as you can clearly see have better stuff to pen down. And while I might want to Tom Tom and look very suave about the situation, guess I have to hand her the credit.
It came as no surprise to my colleagues to see me scamper away from Malad at about 1:00 (late as usual). Little did they know what was on the agenda (but were warned that I was on imp business and not to be disturbed). Fellas before you chaps start accusing me of playing hookie (why would I do it on a day when there are no games?) may put my good name in the clear by informing you that I actually had a business call at 3:30 and am clearly entitled to spend about an hour on lunch. As luck would have it spent a happy couple and the meeting started at 4:00.
Was able to pick her up just 30 mins later than scheduled. Did pinch myself to check if I was awake (thought I had got the pink slip from her after our long bout of silence, but more on those thoughts some other time). She was looking as gorgeous as ever (do I sense green eyes?). After some deliberation we were able to agree on Cafe Bassilico as our destination. (tried to find a online avatar, but best I can supply is: http://www.bestofbombay.com/event.php?eid=4530&ym=). Reached quite quickly and the valet took his time to take the gaadi.
The place, much to my surprise was full and despite the presence of Miss D (clearly the star of the show) we were shunted to a outdoor table (suggest you folks call and make a reservation if you plan to go there. Details: Café Basilico Bistro & Deli, St. John Road, Pali Naka, Bandra (W). Phone number- 022 55055555/ 55039999) .
By now as you would have guessed I was sweating more so cause of the cos rather than the weather. And while you might want to attribute such behaviour to my nerves the truth of the matter is otherwise. The ordering done with (she: Chkn s/w in white sauce, me: barbecue chkn s/w, us: Tiramisu; everything I guess pretty decent but did not really matter) conversation was light flowing and typically branded SN.
Got to know each other a little more (always a good thing methinks). Tattled about our jobs and bosses. She would like to change both, i prefer not to think about such profound topics. This and a lot of other stuff i am not putting down here.
Finally agreed to rendezvous again (not a meal this time and I am responsible for planning the entertainment). Was pretty sorry the aft came to an end. I guess i have your sympathy and you folks must be saying "not footer, but good stuff lad". Will keep you all updated on more happenings.
PS: Attempts to acquire Miss D's identity from me or from this page will be met with staunch resistance. Lets keep our peace on this one.
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