It was the big day - Friday. Lisa did everything in a hurry this
morning.
She was so excited and couldn't wait to see her old friend again. She
figured
it would take her at least six hours to get to Stirling from where she
lived,
so she planned to leave at around 1:30 p.m. That would give me enough
time,
she thought. She was a bit nervous, so after an early lunch she took a
nice,
relaxing hot bath to calm her nerves. Before she climbed into the tub,
she
put on some music. The local soul music station was one of her
favorites,
and they played a lot of hits from America. As she laid back, Billy
Paul's
"Me and Mrs. Jones" wailed out of the radio.
She sighed, closed her eyes, and thought about meeting Michael again.
She
had missed him so much. It was going to be wonderful to see him after
all
this time.....time...oops, what time was it? She glanced at the clock
on
the wall which told her it was 12:30. 'I'd better hurry a bit,' she
thought
to herself. She drained the water, reached for her towel, and dried
herself
off.
She flung her closet open. What should she wear? Something dressy?
Casual?
She noted that most of her dresses were summer ones, and it was a bit
too
chilly to take them out yet.
After much consideration, she figured she'd go casual. After all, who
wants
to dress up when you're someplace cold and damp? She chose a beige
knitted
sweater with a round neckline and a pair of blue jeans. She brushed her
long
brown hair back into a ponytail, then decided against it and let it
hang
loose again.
She put on some fairly light, sensible makeup, some light rosy perfume,
and
headed downstairs to feed the dog. She was about to leave when she
thought
of something. She grabbed the photo of herself, her fellow graduates
and
Michael standing together, and shoved it in her purse. She locked the
door,
headed to the car, and began the long drive up to Stirling, with "Me
and
Mrs. Jones" running through her head the entire time.
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It was 6:30, and the Pythons had finally quit filming for the day.
Michael
couldn't have been more relieved. He got into his car and raced back to
the
hotel. He had just under an hour before Lisa would be here.
As he ran up to his room, Terry Jones called out, "You sure you don't
want
to head to the pub with us, Mike?"
"No that's alright, Terry. I'm meeting an old friend tonight," Michael
said
briskly as he ran up the stairs.
"But-" Terry shouted.
Michael poked his head out around the corner when he got to the top of
the
stairs. "Don't wait up," he grinned, raising his eyebrows.
Terry furrowed his brow in confusion, then shrugged and walked away.
'Now to get out of this silly costume', Michael thought to himself
after he
entered the room and put his things down. He scrambled out of the
medieval
knight costume he had to wear throughout most of the picture and
stripped
down to his boxers.
He went over to the wardrobe, and began the uneasy task of deciding
what
to wear. Before he had left the hotel this morning, Michael had asked
the
manager if he could recommend any nice restaurants in the area. He had
told
Michael about a nice French restaurant, only a few minutes from the
hotel.
There was also a discotheque nearby, and, if that was too flashy a
place,
an old dance hall a block or so away. Most of the places were quite
casual, including the restaurants. Most people even wore jeans around
here, the manager
had told him. It was just as well, as he really didn't feel like
dressing
up. He finally decided on a white button-down oxford shirt worn under a
dark
green sweater, complete with a pair of blue jeans.
He laid the clothes down on the bed, then went over to the mirror.
'Gosh,
I look horrid,' he thought to himself. After spending hours trudging
through
the wet Scottish countryside, he had gotten a bit muddy. He wondered
how
the others could skip right out to the pub without washing up first.
He looked at the clock. 6:45. He decided he had enough time to take a
quick
shower. He ran the water a bit, as hot water was fairly scarce at this
hotel.
Then he jumped into the shower and dashed out a few minutes later. Boy,
that
water was cold. He grabbed a towel and proceeded to dry off. He then
took
a comb and combed his wet hair straight back, plugged in the hair
dryer,
and blew his hair dry. Once it was dry, he combed it into place and
started getting dressed.
He was really excited now. It was nearly 7:15, and she would be there
soon.
He couldn't wait to see her after all these years. She was such a cute
girl,
lovely brown hair, cute button nose, and he wondered if she was still
as
cute as she had been all those years ago. 'What a stupid thing to
think',
he thought to himself, 'why wouldn't she be?'
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With minimal difficulty, Lisa reached the hotel in Stirling at 10 after
7.
She parked across the street, and headed toward the building. It was a
cold
night, and she was glad she was wearing a sweater and her warm coat.
She
could see her breath as she breathed in and out the crisp evening air.
As she entered the hotel, she noticed it was fairly warm inside. Not
too
warm, but just warm enough. She went up to the reception desk and found
a
man she assumed to be the manager. "Excuse me, is a Mister Michael
Palin staying
here?"
The old man chuckled. "Ah, yes my dear. Are you Miss Lisa Dobson?" She
nodded,
a bit surprised that he knew her name. "He's been expecting you. Sit
down
and make yourself at home. He should be down shortly."
She walked over to the fireplace and sat herself down on the soft
couch.
She checked her watch. 7:25. She was getting very nervous. She took out
the
picture from her college graduation, and began fawning over it. Michael
was
so cute and handsome, with greenish-grayish eyes, dimples, and lovely
brown
hair swept off to the side, with sideburns. What a nice smile he had.
Looking
at this picture - and especially at how different she looked - reminded
her
that it had been taken such a long time ago, 6 years to be exact. She
wondered
what he looked like now. Obviously, she was about to find out.
Suddenly she heard footsteps on the stairs - slow, steady ones. She
directed
her gaze toward the staircase and saw a handsome young man coming down
the
stairs. It was a bit hard to make him out from such a distance and she
realized
she had been staring at him so she turned her eyes downward in
embarrassment.
The footsteps made their way over toward the couch where she was
sitting,
and they stopped.
"Lisa?" a kind, familiar voice started softly.
She looked up, and he was standing in front of her. She got up to
have a better look at him. Yes, it was definitely Michael. He looked
very
different, perhaps even better than before. He was wearing blue jeans
much
like she, a white oxford shirt under a dark green sweater, and a pair
of
brown leather shoes. His brown, slightly wavy hair was much longer now,
without
sideburns, and spilled down a bit over the collar of his shirt. He had
thick
bangs which crept a bit more than halfway down his forehead, framing
his
eyebrows. His beautiful eyes still had that same twinkle in them that
she
first noticed all those years ago. And those dimples....oh how she
adored
them. She realized she was staring again, and directed her eyes
downward
once more.
"Michael," she looked up at him again, "is that you?"
"Yes, I'm afraid it is, my dear," he chuckled nervously. He obviously
noticed
her staring at him and seemed concerned. "Something wrong?" he
asked.
"Oh, no...it's just that..." she started. Unable to find the words to
continue,
she grabbed him and gave him a big hug. Oh, how good it felt to be back
in
his arms. She felt warm and wonderful all over again. She stepped back
to
look at him again. She couldn't believe how different yet incredibly
handsome
he looked.
"It's so good to see you after all these years," she exclaimed. "You
look
great!"
"Oh, no, please," he grinned. "I look hideous. I think filming out
on the dank Scottish moors for over a week has really taken its toll on
me."
"No, you look wonderful," she persisted.
"Well, if you say so," he answered, a smile peeking out of the corners
of his mouth. "And I must say that you look smashing, my dear."
He had meant every bit of that. When he first knew her, she was a cute
young
girl with long bangs and one of those Mary Tyler Moore flip-hairdos.
She
was a cute little thing, but now with her bangs grown out and her long,
thick
wavy brown hair tumbling way past her shoulders, she looked ravishing.
The
cute little girl had grown up into a beautiful young woman.
"So!" he exclaimed cheerfully. "Any place in particular that you'd like
to
try for dinner?" He immediately felt like kicking himself. She wasn't
familiar
with this area at all; the last thing he should be asking is where
she'd
like to go. He blushed furiously. "Er...I mean... there's a nice little
French restaurant not far from here."
His blush caused her to giggle. "Sounds wonderful. Are we dressed up
enough?"
"Oh, I think so," he replied. "If I'm not mistaken, blue jeans are in
the
dress code of just about every place in this area."
"Well, in that case," she said, smiling, "lead on."
The two exited the hotel and made their way to Michael's car. He
held the door open for her, then hurried around the other side.
He got in, rubbing his hands together. "Boy, it's quite cold out here
tonight, isn't it?" he remarked. She nodded, although being with him,
it felt as warm
as summer. He fetched his coat out of the back of the car and slipped
into
it. He turned the engine on, put the car into gear, and they headed
off.
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