"It took him a couple of hours, but he eventually drank up the nerve to take me aside to that very spot over there," she says, pointing to a secluded corner in the back of the garden. "And right as we're about to have our first real conversation, both our rides come over to tell us that everyone wants to go home."

Sounds like emotional blue balls.

"Exactly!" she laughs.

But I suppose Claire will finally get her rhetorical relief.

"Now that I know it's closing, I'll have to bring him by, buy us both a beer, and say goodbye to this place the best way we can."

Aw, and this time there's no vomiting involved.

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