Travel (Mis(s))Adventures III: Pick-up Lines
Travels featured a few lines of dialogue that may amuse some.
At the end of dinner with the gang Friday night at The Cadillac Grille (certainly not a down-scale spot) I felt a tap on my shoulder. An attractive woman (late twenties?) stood there; she proceeded to ask me (paraphrased), "What kind of drugs do you sell, or where do I know you from?"
I could not believe that anyone would deliver that line to a stranger along with his 5 dinner companions, so I floundered as I tried to place her (again, wine is a big part of dinner). I eventually disavowed any prior interactions. I'm still shaking my head over that one - undergrad friend MB says it was hugely amusing watching me mentally spinning through my rolodex and coming up blank (ObStarTrek: Norman, coordinate!). Later intel confirmed that the woman and her female companion were out on a man-hunt.
Maybe I would have avoided that scene if:
(a) it hadn't been my turn to pick up the tab, requiring me to call for the whole bill on my credit card; or
(b) I'd had a haircut more recently.
Sunday night I plunked down toward the end of the bar at the Crowne Plaza Airport Hotel in Atlanta for dinner, drinks, and the Oscars. Eventually a woman took the (pretty much last available) seat next to me at the very end of the bar. We had an entertaining 2+ hours of watching the show and talking about movies.
I wonder whether my answer early in the evening, "I'm just in from skiing at Jackson Hole on my way home to the Cayman Islands," functioned as a pick-up line. OTOH, maybe it's the watch. You never know.
Anyhow, as she was preparing to retire after the Best Picture Award, she dug into her purse saying to-herself-but-out-loud (paraphrased), "What room am I in? Here I am, room [number elided]," pulling out her key card envelope. Tough not to read into that one.
She seemed nice - but she smoked. At least our parting was much more graceful than the one at the Cadillac Grille.
At the end of dinner with the gang Friday night at The Cadillac Grille (certainly not a down-scale spot) I felt a tap on my shoulder. An attractive woman (late twenties?) stood there; she proceeded to ask me (paraphrased), "What kind of drugs do you sell, or where do I know you from?"
I could not believe that anyone would deliver that line to a stranger along with his 5 dinner companions, so I floundered as I tried to place her (again, wine is a big part of dinner). I eventually disavowed any prior interactions. I'm still shaking my head over that one - undergrad friend MB says it was hugely amusing watching me mentally spinning through my rolodex and coming up blank (ObStarTrek: Norman, coordinate!). Later intel confirmed that the woman and her female companion were out on a man-hunt.
Maybe I would have avoided that scene if:
(a) it hadn't been my turn to pick up the tab, requiring me to call for the whole bill on my credit card; or
(b) I'd had a haircut more recently.
Sunday night I plunked down toward the end of the bar at the Crowne Plaza Airport Hotel in Atlanta for dinner, drinks, and the Oscars. Eventually a woman took the (pretty much last available) seat next to me at the very end of the bar. We had an entertaining 2+ hours of watching the show and talking about movies.
I wonder whether my answer early in the evening, "I'm just in from skiing at Jackson Hole on my way home to the Cayman Islands," functioned as a pick-up line. OTOH, maybe it's the watch. You never know.
Anyhow, as she was preparing to retire after the Best Picture Award, she dug into her purse saying to-herself-but-out-loud (paraphrased), "What room am I in? Here I am, room [number elided]," pulling out her key card envelope. Tough not to read into that one.
She seemed nice - but she smoked. At least our parting was much more graceful than the one at the Cadillac Grille.
posted by Brent Buckner at 3/02/2007 08:57:00 am
7 Comments:
should have asked her if it's a non-smoking room!
Someone must be smoking something here ...
This is just too funny! Thanks to MB's comment I can visualize the struggle ...
I think the watch definitely deserves some credit.
Ahem... Clearly you are not making good use of that leather bound black book Mo gave you. It should have at least been available for a quick consultation (rather than spinning the mental rolodex).
Someone actually thought the first two pick-up lines were good?! Oh my! We're supposed to be much smoother than that!
I am still amused that you decided to fly off to cold weather when most of us are looking to escape it. Glad you had a good week.
Yeah, telling somebody in a hotel bar, "I'm up from the Caymans to do a little skiing..." has a pretty good ring to it.
DAK
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