Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.Chocolate Covered Rogue
by Tux Toledo
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James
cautiously maneuvered the Rolls through San Francisco's financial
district to Pierre's Washington Street condo. In case you
don't know, Washington Street is a trendy avenue near the Bay within
walking distance of San Francisco's financial district.
Pierre's condo was in a nouveau turn-of-the-century red brick building
that slumbered over a two-block area like a sprawled lion.
Vibrant pink flowers sprouted from green planters that sprouted from
red windowsills. Quite elegant even though everything did
look a bit too planned and a bit too perfect.
Parking, however, was far from perfect. It was impossible, as
usual. James was forced to deposit me at the curb.
"Join me when you find the appropriate place to park the Rolls," I said.
"Yes, sir."
He drove off and I admired the Silver Cloud as it effortlessly sailed
down the street. What a magnificent automobile!
I adjusted my tie, a nice Armani job - well I did say chocolate tasting
was an adventurous event - and went searching for Pierre's
home. One couldn't miss it, actually. Brown plaques
with red arrows had been placed to direct guests to the tasting and
they did not lead me astray. An attractive young woman stood
guard outside of his condo and allowed me to enter only after checking
my invitation.
"Enjoy the tasting," she smiled with the kind of smile you find inside
the front cover of glossy magazines.
"Thank you," I said. I winked at her and entered the condo.
Pierre immediately greeted me.
© 2008 David Biagini