It turns out they were members of the Log Cabin Republicans, and they wanted to gauge our interest in joining them. “When we see a bunch of successful guys getting ready to be the leaders of tomorrow, we want to make sure that they know they have friends out in the world waiting.” Um, what? “We’re here looking just for people like you,” he said. One of them, a striking man with electric blue eyes, put his arm on my shoulder and told me, “we all need to stick together and support each other.” So far, so good. ![]() That was all great… until we noticed that the fellows across the room had paid their check and were leaving, so I went over to thank them personally. The waiter told us that they had asked what we were celebrating, and sent the champagne over as a gift of congratulations. He pointed across the room to these two well-dressed gents, who simply waved back in our direction. ![]() ![]() Since none of us had ordered it (we’re all students on budget, so this was a pretty good sized splurge already), we asked the waiter if he was sure it was for us. We were at a semi-high-end steak house, and several martinis into the evening when a bottle of champagne showed up at the table. I was out celebrating the news that I had been accepted to a fellowship with some friends last weekend.
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