“All right,” says I; “but let’s be careful.”
Well, we took our nap and then we followed schedule and had our tea in the Coconut Grove. You know how I love tea! My feet was still achin’ and the Missus couldn’t talk me into no dance.
When we’d set there an hour and was saturated with tea, the Wife says it was time to go up and change into our Tuxedos. I was all in when we reached the room and willin’ to even pass up supper and nestle in the hay, but I was informed that the biggest part o’ the day’s doin’s was yet to come. So from six o’clock till after seven I wrestled with studs, and hooks and eyes that didn’t act like they’d ever met before and wasn’t anxious to get acquainted, and then down we went again to the dinin’ room.
“How about a little bronix before the feed?” I says.
“It would taste good,” says the Missus.
So I called Eph and give him the order. In somethin’ less than half an hour he come back empty-handed.
“You ain’t got no cocktail stuff,” he says.
“I certainly have,” says I. “I ordered it early this afternoon.”
“Where at?” he ast me.
“Over in the bar,” I says.
“Oh, the regular bar!” he says. “That don’t count. You got to have stuff at the service bar to get it served in here.”
“I ain’t as thirsty as I thought I was,” says I.
“Me, neither,” says the Missus.