Sunday, July 27

i have a day off! and i can finally write about my week.

wednesday night, priya and i went to club cafe to eat and have some drinks. when our first round came, our waiter told us that the lady at the bar was paying for it. so anyways, we figure out who this lady is (wasn't hard as she was the only lady at the bar) and are extremely confused. first of all, there were two of us. which one is she hitting on? how do you order a round for a table with two girls? and secondly, she was older.

we ate, we drank, we were checked out constantly. next thing we know, we are being asked by our waiter if we like champagne b/c she wants to buy us some. we say yes and laugh all giddily. here comes the waiter with a bottle and two glasses. he tells us "this is blablabla from france. it is a very nice champagne. she opened it and had the first glass to be sure it was fine to send over.

we had him tell her to come over to our table. as she walked up, i realized how OLD she was. she sat down and told us not to be too flattered because she was looking around to buy some women drinks and we were nearly the only women in the place. we started some small talk during which the age issue came up. priya said something about being at babson and the lady asked if she was in the grad program there. priya said no that she was an undergrad. the lady asked how old we were. priya says 19 (note this lady just bought her alcohol haha) and i said 21. she asked how old our mothers were. 47 and 48. how old is she? 40!

she was so disappointed. ends up she is a professor at harvard business school. the talk turned out being more of a pep talk for the rest of our lives than a flirtatious talk. she ended the talk by saying "well i'm gonna go now. i'm too old to continue talking to you girls."

ethan walked in just after she left and we looked at the menu to see how much the bottle was. 62 dollars!!! plus our round of beers. she spent like 75 bucks on us. i felt bad. but shit. it makes a good story...

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