May 27, 2006
What started out as a dare on Wednesday night, turned into a nice evening with both Barry Watters and Mike Miller on Friday night. I met Barry at the Four Seasons Supper Club around 9:00 pm as planned. We took the corner booth and talked. I insisted on seeing his wallet, just to be damn sure he was at least 18 years old, since he's only a freshman at Columbia.
His driver's license told me he's 19, so I could never be arrested for playing with a minor. 34 year old women have to be careful, you know. I also wanted to be sure he could afford our dinner and the bottle of Kendall Jackson chardonnay I ordered.
I sort of joked about the condom I stumbled on in there, saying I was sure that was there just in case he bumped into one of those female college students I've seen hovering around this cute, handsome, long haired, young man. Sure, I admit he's what Lindsay calls eye candy, but this was just a dinner date, period.
I was dancing with Barry when Mike Miller walked in wearing an obviously fake moustache. It was all I could do not to bust out laughing. When the piano player reached the end of the song, and Barry headed for the restroom, I walked over to the bar, took a seat next to Mike and asked him what the hell he was doing.
He laughed and said he was merely protecting his "turf". When Barry returned, I insisted on taking Mike with us back to the booth where he sat on my side of the table. They wound up talking a lot and I'm sure Mike no longer considers Barry a threat.
I did have a little trouble getting to sleep that night though. Eye candy can be very tempting!
