It is the beginning of another month and thus time for another installment of the Ohmygod saga to catch up on the previous installments click on the Ohmygod menu up top. As you will recall, I used to be a cycling tour guide in Europe for several years. Some may wonder about the moniker, but the name chose itself really; it is what I uttered repeatedly during just about every interaction with him. In the previous installment Part Thirty , we learned that Paul, whom we all assumed was gay, had just divorced his second wife.
This occurred after several bottles of champagne before dinner at a neighboring bar, where at least Anne had far too much to drink. Moments after I arrived, CC and Maggie entered together—with Maggie visibly agitated and almost on the verge of tears.
CC, on the other hand, was resplendent with a broad smile and a hop in her step. But that would have required confronting one of the parade of elephants in the room—it was clear that they were both vying for my affection.
Paul approached the table, and as he was about to sit down in the seat next to Maggie, she glared at him with a ferocity that suggested she might light him on fire should he actually occupy the chair next to her. To his credit, Paul, after an ever-so-brief touch of the chair back, continued on as if he were playing a game of musical chairs, eventually circling the table and opting for a seat next to Ohmygod.
Anne and Ellen were the last two to join the party, as they strolled in a couple of minutes after Paul. Anne, on the other hand, did not look good. She was perhaps just a shade darker than the pristine tablecloths covering the tables, but just a shade. Of particular interest for me was what has become a peculiarity.
