So before tonight's interminable league match, I went down to Aprés to grab a bite. I usually just walk up to the cashier's counter and order my stuff to go, and hang out there a bit while the cooks prepare my food.
This time, Marcus was there, and we talked a bit about our respective league handicaps. Then he asked when we were going to Vegas.
The cute cashier (a cute cashier at Diem? NO WAY!) immediately perked up, and said "I want to go! I want to go!"
Of course, I immediately responded with "you should come with..." because 1) she was cute, 2) I'm not stupid, and 3) it's been too long. Plus part of me was thinking that her cute, inviting smile was inviting for more reasons than just because she was interested in Vegas (but, really, what do I know?)
When I told both her and Marcus that August 14th was our departure date, she got a big smile on her face, and said, "that's my birthday!"
And then she said, "I'll be twenty-one!"