<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br/>Chloe's eyes say more than her words!  I feel completely 'on air' when she says:<br/><br/>“Oh Kimmie, you're gorgeous! I need to go home and upgrade out of this rag I put on!” #Giggle<br/><br/><em>"You stay just as you are young lady.....you're perfect"</em>and I give her a 'cheek to cheek' kiss (that Ive come to appreciate now that I spend time doing my own make-up!)<br/><br/>We head down the stairs with our heels ringing out a feminine staccato on the wood.  Chloe says:<br/><br/>“I bet you wear flats until you get to work, right? If I wasn't advertising my legs for you, y'know, I'd be in my work boots or runners or barefoot at home.”<br/><br/><em>"Oh no....I wish somedays I was....no, we're pretty much business formal at work....Im in heels for 10 to 12 hours everyday.  This....this is commonplace for me.....just hold onto my arm if you get wobbly"</em>I smile<br/><br/>We take Chloe's car to the North End....narrow streets, even narrower with tourist and other assorted foot traffic.  We make our way to a restaurant somewhat overlooking the harbor in the distance....<br/><br/>“I know these guys from the City. We're at low time so this is good for everyone.” explains Chloe as she hands the valet the keys.  We both get some serious 'once overs' from the valet 'staff' as we exit the car.<br/><br/>Chloe takes her receipt, grabs her sweater from the back of her car seat<br/><br/>“Okay, slow two and a half blocks to the waterfront. I hope the place is still there.”<br/><br/>I smirk a bit....after all this time....Im more practiced in heels than is Chloe.  And I need every bit of that practice on these cobblestone streets....<br/><br/><em>"Geez, maybe heels weren't a good idea?" </em>I laugh as we help each other along.<br/><br/>We arrive at the bar Chloe was looking for!  Oh and its so cute!! Nestled in among old warehouse now converted to businesses.....The hard, even floor is a blessing!  Chloe waves to the bartender as we approach the ancient wooden bar.<br/><br/>“Hey Sammie! Hi. Remember me?”<br/><br/>'Chloe?" …the bartender answers and a smile spreads across his face as well.<br/><br/>“Yep Sammie, it's me, Chloe. This is my friend Kimmie! Kimmie, Sammie, the worlds best bartender.”<br/><br/><em>"Hi Sammie....very nice to meet you" </em>I say grinning<br/><br/>Sammie suggests two seats at the bar, but Chloe graciously declines, adding:<br/><br/>“Not today Sammie. Girl talk. On the deck if that's okay. I'll have a Tom Collins, tall glass and light on the Tom. Kimmie? That's a Tom Collins with half the gin. I intend to nurse a few for quite a while. What would you like?”<br/><br/><em>"Hmmmm....lets see.....may I have a pina colada?  Nice summery drink"</em><br/><br/>"Coming right up, ladies"  he smiles and Chloe and I head towards the deck.  It's a large deck with at least 15 tables on it.  The view of the harbor is beautiful.  In the far distance jets are landing and taking off from the airport.  Its perfect, they can be seen but not heard....there are a few sailboats dotting the water and sharing the shipping lanes with at least one large freighter that seems to be idling in the middle of a broad channel.<br/><br/>Chloe and I get to a table nearest the edge of the deck.  I smooth my lace dress underneath me.  Pull down a bit on the hem to 'gain some material'.....I smile at Chloe.  For a second, all is at peace....Its a beautiful moment too.  I know we wont start our 'girl talk' until after the drinks arrive.....<br/>