Periodically throughout the day, I was checking in with the head of our Employee Action Committee at work. An EAC-sponsored Happy Hour had been planned. That was in peril due to the weather, and many people were understandably bailing. Not me though; I wanted to get outta the apartment. I had to go downtown to pay a traffic ticket anyway.
After paying the ticket, I checked back in on the status of the HH. I'm not sure anyone was left on the 'will attend' list by that time. Even she was a little wary how her car would handle the roads. I barely knew her, having just met her a week or two prior. I told her I was going regardless. I wanted to pick up some suits at Jos. A Bank, and shop for some new shades.
I was in a great mood: it was freezing outside, I'd just started teaching, I had just fulfilled a childhood dream by buying an 8-piece drumset, etc.
I eventually ended up at The Yardhouse for the HH. And it turned out that it was indeed just her & I that showed up.
I honestly don't remember much from that evening, other than dressing up in my Slayer hockey jersey, my new shades sitting on the table in a nice, neat little paper-bag, and having a pretty good time hanging out with her. I also remember watching her walk away in the other direction.
The head of the EAC at the time was Jody Joles.