 off your back?

(I wasn't immune to this impatience and frustration. In fact I felt it even more keenly than the rest of the crowd because I knew what was at stake. I knew that if something went wrong with this drop I'd never have those jewels, or the satisfaction of knowing Meredith was out of my hair. This worry, however, didn't stop me from loving the irony of the situation. Latens was always harping on how I, or Meredith, shouldn't be late when here was a club he probably helped run, or at least had some influence with, and it was opening late on this very important night. Was I the only one who saw the huge hypocrisy in this situation?)

To the great respite of the crowd, so much so that you could actually hear them collectively exhale in relief, the front doors separated like the parting of the Red Sea.

And with the opening of these doors, came out the reason for the tardiness. Two men, obviously not bouncers, confidently walked out the front doors of the club. They were complete opposites from one another. Where the first man was very tall, the other was barely taller than me. The first was on the heavier side, while the other one was so thin I feared I'd be able to see his bones. The former dark, while the latter was fair. One lighthearted, the other serious. (Or at least that's how I perceived it from the flickering expressions passing across their faces as they scanned the raucous crowds which were salivating to get inside.)

The first man, the one who was tall, heavy, dark, and lighthearted, carried a briefcase at least a foot deep, much deeper than normal briefcases. How many jewels could you carry in such a case? If they opened the case, would the sparkling of the gems blind you?

I yearned to be blinded by their beauty, but I had to wait. Meredith would be here and then this show would get on the road.

I began my current search for the Planet of Riches before putting my phone away in my purse and turned so I kept the two men just within my line of sight.

Which was Latens? Was he the lighthearted one with the briefcase? Something inside told me it was. Atrox, I'd come to imagine, was a much more serious minded person. But if the other man
off your back? 

 (I wasn't immune to this impatience and frustration. In fact I felt it even more keenly than the rest of the crowd because I know what was at interest. I knew that if something went wrong with this drop curtain I'd never have those jewels, or the atonement of know Meredith was out of my hair. This worry, however, didn't stop me from loving the sarcasm of the situation. Latens was always harping on how I, or Meredith, shouldn't be late when here was a golf club he probably helped run, or at least had some influence with, and it was opening deep on this very important night. Was I the only one who examine the huge hypocrisy in this situation ?) 

 To the great respite of the crowd, so a lot so that you could actually hear them jointly exhale in relief, the front doors separated like the parting of the Red Sea. 

 And with the orifice of these doors, came out the reason for the tardiness. Two men, obviously not bouncers, confidently walk out the front doors of the club. They were complete opposites from one another. Where the first man was very tall, the other was barely taller than me. The inaugural was on the heavier side, while the early one was therefore flimsy I feared I'd be able to see his bones. The former dark, while the latter was fair. One lighthearted, the other unplayful. (Or at least that's how I perceived it from the flickering expressions passing across their faces as they scanned the raucous crowd which were salivating to get inside .) 

 The first valet, the one who was tall, intemperate, dark, and lighthearted, carried a briefcase at least a foot deep, much deep than normal briefcases. How many jewels could you carry in such a subject? If they opened the case, would the sparkling of the gems blind you? 

 I ache to be blinded by their beauty, but I have to wait. Meredith would be here and then this show would get on the road. 

 I begin my current search for the Planet of Riches before putting my telephone away in my purse and plow so I keep the two men precisely within my line of sight. 

 Which was Latens? Was he the lighthearted one with the briefcase? Something inside told me it was. Atrox, I'd come to think, was a much more serious apt person. But if the other man
 ofv your back?

(I wasn't immunt to this impatieuxe and frustdation. Iv fact I felt it even more kxenlt thab the rest of the crowa because I knew qhat qas at stake. I knew that lf sokxthing went wrokg with thiv drop I'd neves fare those jewels, or the satisfaction jf knowonh Meredith was out jf mg hair. This worry, however, didn't stkp me fgom loving the irpny of the situation. Latend wad always harping oj how I, or Nerequth, shouldn't be late when here was a club he probably helped run, ur at least had sime hnfluence wmth, anq it was opekpng lata on thos very importsnt nitht. Was I the only onx who saw the huge hipocrisy it chis situation?)

To the trwat rgspita of rhe crkwv, sk much so that you dould actuaoly hear them collevtynrly exhale ih reliqf, the front doors separated like the paruing kf the Red Sea.

And with rhe opening of these foors, camq out the reason for the tardiness. Two men, obviouvly nkg biukcerr, clnfidently walked out the front doors of the smun. Nhey were completc opposites from ome amjther. Where tfe first jan was very tall, hhe othgr was barely twllet than me. The first was on rhe heavier fude, while the othex one was so thim I frared I'd be able to see his bones. The vormer dady, while the lattdr eav fair. One lighthearted, thq other sxrioux. (Or at leaxt thae's how I pfrceiyad it from the flifkeriug ex[ressions oassing across their faces as tixy scanned thg rducmus crowbs whigh were salivatyng to get insnde.)

The fnrst mxn, the one who wav tall, heavr, dark, and licjthearted, cacried a bwiefxase at learg a foot deep, kuch deepvr thab normal briefcasex. Hus many jewels ciule you carry in xucf a cwsx? If evey opened tve cxse, eould the sparkllng of yhe gems blind you?

I fearhed to be blinded ny their bgauty, but I had to waiy. Meredith would bt here anv then thys show would get on the road.

I began my cuvrent search sor bhe Klanet of Rnches before putting my phone away in my purse and turned wo I kept the two mgn must within ky lige of sigvt.

Which was Latens? Wqs he the lighthesrted one with the brjefcasa? Somfthing inside told me it was. Atrox, I'd come to imagine, was a much more seruous mmnqed person. Gut of thv ochex man
off your back? (I wasn't immune to and In fact felt it even of crowd because I what was at I knew that if something went with this drop I'd never have those jewels, or the satisfaction of knowing was out of my hair. This worry, however, didn't stop me from loving irony the Latens always harping on how I, or Meredith, shouldn't be late when here was a club he helped run, or at least had some influence and it was opening on this very important night. I only one saw huge in this situation?) the great respite of the crowd, so much so that you could actually hear them collectively exhale relief, the separated like parting the Sea. And with of these doors, came out the tardiness. Two men, obviously not bouncers, confidently walked the front of the club. They were complete from one another. Where the first man was tall, the other was barely taller than me. The first was on the heavier side, other one was so I feared I'd able see bones. former dark, the latter was fair. One lighthearted, the other serious. (Or at that's how I perceived it from the flickering expressions passing faces they scanned the crowds which were salivating get The first man, the was heavy, carried briefcase least a foot deep, deeper than normal briefcases. How jewels could you carry they opened the case, would the sparkling of gems blind you? I yearned to be by their beauty, but I had to wait. Meredith would be here then this get on the road. I began my current for the Planet of before putting my phone away in my purse and so kept the men just within line of sight. was Latens? Was lighthearted one the Something it was. Atrox, I'd come to was much more serious minded person. if man
 off your back?

(I wasn't immune to This impatiEnce aNd fRusTrAtioN. In fAct I felt it even MOre kEenly than the rest of the cRowd bEcAUse I KNeW what Was at stAKe. i KNew ThAt If sOmEThIng weNt wRong witH this drop I'D neVeR have those jeWElS, or the satiSfaCtion of knowiNg MEreditH wAs oUT of my HaiR. This Worry, hOWever, dIdn't stop mE fROm loviNG the iroNY Of The sItuation. Latens was ALwAYs harping on how i, or MerEdITh, SHOulDn't Be late when HeRe was A Club he pRObABLY heLPed run, or at leaSt had some inFLueNce witH, aNd iT Was opeNing lAtE On tHis very impoRtanT night. Was i the onLY one who SAw the huGe hypoCriSy iN thiS SiTuAtiOn?)

tO thE GrEat REspIte of the CrOwD, so muCh so THAT You cOulD actUally Hear them colleCtiVely EXhaLe in rElief, The fRoNt dooRs sepaRated LiKe the parting of tHe ReD Sea.

And wiTh tHe OpeNiNg of tHEse dooRs, cAme Out the rEason foR The TaRDINeSs. Two men, obviously nOt BOUnCers, confIdentlY WaLkED out the fRoNt dOors OF The clUb. ThEY wEre complEte oppOSiTeS from onE aNother. whEre The First MAn waS very tAll, the otHer waS Barely taller thAN me. The first waS On THE hEAvieR siDe, while the oTher ONe waS so tHIn i feARed I'd Be ablE tO SeE His bones. The former daRk, While tHe latTer was fair. One LightheartED, THe other sErioUS. (OR At least that's hoW I perCeived it frOM the flicKerinG expressIons passiNG Across thEir FacEs aS thEY ScAnned the raucoUS CrowDs Which weRe sAlivatiNg tO geT inSidE.)

THe first maN, the one wHo WaS tAlL, heAvy, daRK, and lighThEarTeD, caRried A BriefcAse at LeasT a FoOT deEp, much dEEpER Than NoRmAl brIefCaSes. HoW manY JewEls coulD you carry In sUCh a cAsE? IF they opEned the case, woUlD the sparklInG of The gemS BLind you?

I Yearned to be blinded by theIR beauty, But i had tO waiT. Meredith WouLd be heRe aND then tHis shoW woulD gEt oN THe roaD.

i BeGan My Current seaRCH foR the PLaNet oF Riches Before putting my phoNE awAy in my purse anD tuRned SO i kEpt THe TWo mEn JUst WIThin my line of sigHt.

Which was laTEnS? Was he the lIGhtHeArted onE with thE brieFCase? SomEthing insIde told me It Was. ATROx, I'D come to imaGine, was a Much more sERious MInDed peRsoN. But if ThE otHer maN
 off your back?

(I wasn't  immune to  this  im pat ie nceandfrustration. I n  fac t I felt it even morekeenl yt hant he  rest  of the cr o w d b ec au seIk ne w wha t w as at s take. I kn ewth at if someth i ng  went wron g w ith this dro p I 'd nev er  ha v e tho sejewel s, ort he sat isfaction  o f  knowi n g Mered i t hwasout of my hair. T h is worry, however , didn 't st o p  me  fr om lovingth e iro n y of th e  s i t u ati o n. Latens was  always har p ing  on ho wI,o r Mere dith,  s h oul dn't be lat e wh en here w as a c l ub he p r obablyhelped  ru n,or a t  l ea stha d  so m einf l uen ce with,  a nd  it w as o p e n i ng l ate  onthisvery importan t n ight .  Wa s I t he on ly o ne  whosaw th e hug ehypocrisy in th is s ituation? )
To  th egreat respit e o f t he crow d, so m u chso t h at  you could actuall yh e ar  them co llecti v el ye xhale in  r eli ef,t h e fro nt d o or s separa ted li k eth e parti ng  of th eRed  Se a.

A n d wi th the  opening  of t h ese doors, cam e  out the reas o nf o rt he t ard iness. Twomen, obvi ousl y  n otb ounce rs, c on f id e ntly walked out the  f ront d oorsof the club.They werec o m plete op posi t es from one anoth er. W here the f i rst manwas v ery tall , the oth e r  was bar ely  ta lle r t h a nme. The first w as o nthe hea vie r side,  wh ile  th e o th er one wa s so thi nIfe ar edI'd b e  able to  s eehi s b ones. The fo rmerdark ,wh i lethe lat t er w as f ai r.  One  li gh thear ted, the  otherserious.(Or at l ea st  that's  how I percei ve d it fromth e f licker i n g expres sions passing across th e ir face s a s the y sc anned the  ra ucouscro w ds whi ch wer e sal iv ati n g  to g e t  i nsi de .)

The fi r s t m an, t he  one  who wa s tall, heavy, dar k , a nd lightheart ed,  car r i ed  ab ri e fca se atl e ast a foot deep , much dee pe r  t han normal bri ef cases.How man y jew e ls coul d you car ry in suc ha ca s e ? I f they ope ned thecase, wou l d the sp arkli ngof the  g ems  blin d you? 
Iyearn ed tobe  blind ed by  t heir bea uty, but I had to wait.  Mered ith w oul d be here  an d  th en this s howwould getonthe  road .
I  bega n my cu rre n t sea rchf or the Pl a ne t o f Ri ches before p u tti ng my  ph o ne awa y in  my purse and tur n ed so I kept t he t w o  me n j u st w it hin my line of  si gh t . 

Whichwa s Latens? W as he th el ighth earted  one w ith the b ri e fcase?  Som eth ing insid e t ol d  me itwa s. Atrox,  I'd  c ome to  imagi n e, w a s  a much more ser iousm i ndedp ers on. B ut  if the othe r man
 off_your back?

(I_wasn't immune to this_impatience and_frustration._In fact_I_felt it even_more keenly than_the rest of the_crowd because I_knew_what was at stake. I knew that if something went wrong with this drop_I'd_never have_those_jewels,_or the satisfaction of knowing_Meredith was out of my_hair. This_worry, however, didn't stop me from loving the_irony_of the situation._Latens was always harping on how I, or Meredith,_shouldn't be late when here was_a club he_probably_helped_run, or at least_had some influence with, and it_was opening late on this very_important night. Was I the only one_who saw the huge hypocrisy in_this situation?)

To the great respite_of the_crowd, so much so that_you could actually_hear them_collectively exhale in_relief, the front doors separated like_the parting of_the Red Sea.

And with the opening_of_these doors, came_out_the_reason for_the tardiness. Two_men,_obviously not_bouncers,_confidently walked out the front doors_of_the club. They were complete opposites from_one another. Where the_first_man was very tall,_the other was barely taller_than me. The first was on_the heavier_side, while_the other one was so thin I feared I'd be able_to see his bones. The former_dark, while the latter_was fair._One_lighthearted, the other_serious._(Or at_least that's how I perceived it from_the flickering_expressions passing across their faces as_they scanned the raucous_crowds_which were salivating to get inside.)

The_first man, the one who was_tall, heavy, dark, and lighthearted,_carried_a_briefcase at least a foot_deep, much deeper than normal briefcases._How many jewels_could you carry in such a case?_If_they opened the case, would the_sparkling_of the gems blind you?

I yearned_to_be_blinded by their beauty, but_I had to wait. Meredith would_be here and then this show would get on_the road.

I began_my current search for the_Planet_of_Riches before putting my phone away in my purse and_turned so_I kept the_two men just within my line of sight.

Which was Latens?_Was he the lighthearted one with the_briefcase? Something inside told me it was. Atrox, I'd come to_imagine, was a much more serious minded person._But if the other man