On the was to dinner we encountered heavy traffic on
the bay bridge. Matthew confessed that he'd rather be fashionably late
than on time. I was shocked because I never knew this about him and
because that is so foreign to me, since I am so anal about being on time.
I began shooting pictures of the city [the thumbnails
are clickable for larger views]. I held the camera well out of the window
and suddenly a flash came from behind. Someone silently acknowledged that
they saw me taking pictures and they had a camera too. It stirred an odd
feeling in me.
When we arrived at Fujiya (1 Embarcadero Center at the
corner of Battery and Sacramento Streets), Lunesse, DLJ, and Charles were
waiting at the bar. We quickly made our way to a table where we enjoyed a
huge scrumptious meal. At one point the chef lit the table on fire and we
all leaned back from the flames that licked our faces with their heat.
The mood was lovely, with none of that new person
awkwardness. I felt like I'd known Lunesse; her hubby didn't talk much
so I got much less of a sense of him.
On the way to the car I decided I wanted one picture of
me, since I had been the photographer all evening. Matthew and I giggled
while Charles appraised us with a sidelong glance.
Finally at the airport, dropping off Charles from his
all-too-brief visit, I got out of the car to hug Charles good-bye. I
pulled him in front of me and whispered conspiratorially, "that man has a
fantastic moustache!"
"Ah, handlebars," Charles agreed with a nod.
"Stand over there so I can pretend like I'm taking a
picture of you when I take a picture of him."
Mr. Moustache turned when he saw what I was doing, but
I still think the picture came out great. We wished Charles well and
wished him a safe flight, since he apparently had a missed approach on the
flight in that morning. He claims it was his fourth missed
approach, which I find mighty suspect, since I've never had even one, and
I've never heard of anyone else experiencing one. Four is quite a lot for
one person, so I don't think I'll be flying anywhere with Charles anytime
soon...
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