Nite Moves

I ran into an old high school classmate last St. Patty's day while waiting for a cab at the 76.

It was very late and she was in a track suit with a little clutch bag. She mentioned she was doing well and that she worked across the street.

I noticed the overt make up job and totally didn't realize what she was talking about for a few seconds.

She shall remain nameless, but it was an awesome footnote.