Being that it was late October, apparently people were practicing for Halloween the next weekend…because in walked a guy in an Eeyore costume with a cute little pink-bowed tail.
The Eeyore-clad homeboy stood right in front of our table with that tail swingin’ just within distance of me. And just like Eeyore wants to be noticed, I was trying to get Danny to notice me, and in a moment of full (im)maturity I yanked on Eeyore’s tail.
Maybe it was the hookah-smoke-filled air, maybe it was the Jim Beam, but the romantic in me wants to believe it was an innocent way to get Danny's attention. So while I succeeded in getting him to notice me (he tells this part of the story when talking about how we met), in retrospect it probably wasn’t the most effective way to get him to do so because in the blink of an eye I noticed that the dashing Alabama boy had disappeared. I was convinced he disappeared into thin air, but his friend assured me he just went home for the night.
It didn’t take long because our town is small, and I remember seeing Danny on Halloween the next weekend…dressed up as a woman. And hot damn he even looked good in a pink robe and slippers, ha!