The Basilica impresses me everytime.
One of the restaurants in the shadow of the Basilica is called Cafe Lurcat.
Lurcat is Matt’s favorite restaurant, so I just assumed that his birthday dinner was there. It is Friday evening, I am just off of work and completely late to his birthday party. I run across Loring Park clutching an overstuffed birthday bag and I am hot sweaty mess by the time I arrive at Lurcat.
The hostess is unhelpful and acts like I am crazy when I ask her where the big birthday party is. She’s probably thinking, “who the hell is this sweaty crackhead?”
She eventually directs me to a banquet room at the back of the cafe. I walk in and the packed room falls silent. Everyone is dressed in white. The tables are full of middle aged people. This looks really fancy…Where’s Matt?
A look of horror spreads on my face when I realize that I just crashed a wedding reception.
The mother of the bride gives me that over-broad “what the fuck?” smile. I mouth “woops” and stumble to the door. The room erupts in laughter.
The mother of the bride shouts “BUT YOU CAN LEAVE THE PRESENT!” as I flee.
I leave Lurcat and check my facebook invitation on my cellphone. It turns out that Matt’s party is at the Loring Pasta Bar, and not Lurcat. I feel thoroughly stupid and hurry to the correct restaurant on the other end of the park. Matt was amused by my Lurcat-fail. If you’re going to be late, you might as well have a good story behind it.
Smize.
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