here’s to a northern guy with southern hospitality…

Nick’s scarf and business cards came in the mail today. The scarf (a replacement for the one he lost) reminded me of the time we lost Nick’s scarf. It was at a club in the Lower East Side. We had shed our wintry accoutrements at the coat check after introducing ourselves to some Czech comrades in the line, and then conspicuously danced ourselves to blissful oblivion (choreographed) on stage. Maybe since we started drinking hours before, we were dancing from blissful oblivion. In any case, we ended the night one scarf short of contentment. I fought my way back inside, pushing girls to the side causing them to spill their drinks on their ugly boyfriends, and pushing guys to the side, causing them to spill their drinks on their ugly girlfriends as I went. The coat check guy, Richard, searched on his hands and knees for a scarf not to be found. Once home, Richard informed me that he was sorry about the whole thing. An email exchange or two later, he said he was sorry that my girlfriends scarf went missing. Of course I sought to dissuade him of the notion that he was to blame (that my girlfriends scarf was actually Nicks scarf I let quietly pass). In any case, this shout out goes to Richard, the coat check guy, for seeing things through.