A good mutual friend, one of the classiest and kindest ladies out there (who also happens to throw an excellent party and keep a skilled finger on the shudder trigger) decided to throw a little mad men themed party.
It was all that a classy cocktail celebrating the mid-century should be. With cocktails, live music, tons of strangers and new friends, unexpected dancing in the middle of the restaurant.
When I said goodnight, my soon to be Beau was outside with the gentlemen, surrounded with pipes and cigar smoke. I was parked down the street and it was Belltown past midnight, so a male friend walked me to my car. Imagine what John assumed. ;)
Oh, no, I just remembered. We'd met before, on the turf. But I don't have photos of that night, and this is a fun alternate. It's still part of how our story began. I love this man.