After another long day at work yesterday, I went out to my local haunt for some dinner and a couple of drinks. I got the marinated portabella sandwich with artichoke hearts, roasted red peppers and melted provolone. It was delish. I also put down a couple of Stellas. Meanwhile the couple sitting next to me were both drunk, and all over each other. They were a newer couple cause she was playing the if-you-can-remember-my-middle-name-you-can-sleep-with-me-tonight game and ws having a lot of fun teasing him with it. When he got up to go to the bathroom she asked me for a french fry. I gave them all to her cause I was full. We had a nice little chat and introduced ourselves. When he got back she left to pee. I asked him if he had figured out her middle name yet. He said no but he knows it starts with ‘L’ and is one syllable. When she comes back he guesses Lisa (one syllable?). Realizing that he has lost the game he just begins guessing: Leanne, Linda, Lou, Liz, Lolla, and on and on. I listen for about fifteen more minutes while finishing another beer and then I turn to them and say, “Is it Lyn?”

And she says, “What?”
And I respond a little louder, “Lyn, is your middle name Lyn?”
And she says, “Yeah! You got it. You get to sleep with me now!”
And he says, “Damn. You get to sleep with her now!”
And I stick my thumb up and say, “Great!”
Then the couple then went back to making out.