Went to a local restaurant last night with a friend to celebrate the season.  The two of us sat at the bar eating oysters and sushi, and drinking wine.  After two glasses of a quite lovely rose, my friend convinced the owner to put on some disco music, effectively turning the place into a dance club.  At first, she was the only one dancing, and then every other woman in the place joined her, as well as a guy or two.  My friend is a married woman and I officiated at her wedding a few years ago.  “You’re doing a lousy job of chaperoning me,” she said last night, as she handed me her shirt.  Looks like I’ll have to be clearer about my job description in the future…

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