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It was another evening of after work drinks and I was to meet up with my friend, Alice, a social butterfly by nature who makes friends as often as Don Juan made love. Since opening, the particular spot we chose had been crammed to the rafters; but since the economy had taken a hit, it appeared as though drowning sorrows at home was more feasible than a marked up bottle of Chianti. I hope this doesn’t put a damper on my social life.
It was a cold Sunday night and I was craving a glass of red and a change of scenery. Grabbing a fashion magazine to occupy myself, I ventured into the abyss to find my usual cozy spot next to a roaring fireplace. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), the fireplace armchairs were occupied and I was forced to take up residence at the bar. This is what they call a turning point – this is the moment my night went from serene to strange. Read more