"Where else would take someone that hasn't been to the city before?"
I picked up Jess from her hotel in Waterford. I explained she wasn't exactly in Pontiac then showed her the difference as we made our way down Woodward. Jess is all red hair and large smile. She left the details of our excursion to me but would dissuade certain ideas as I brought them up. It was noon, too early to drink ourselves into oblivion, though I think that idea would have appealed to her. Besides I had the boys to deal with later that day.
We settled for lunch at a Mexican restaurant in Royal Oak. Jess told me a few anecdotes from her experiences as a stewardess for a private airline. Her passengers have included former Presidents, movie stars, singers and sports figures. I filled in my half of the conversation with my own anecdotes. She asked if I was seeing anyone and I tried to explain my most recent events.
Jess was a comfortable companion. She kept up with me beer for beer and didn't complain about walking around town in the unseasonably cold weather (even though she lives in Texas). I should her bits of the best and worst of the city and its suburbs-- as much as anyone could in five hours on a cold fall day.
She was flying out the next day but hopefully the actor who charted the plane would have a few more days of shooting next week. She seemed to have a good time. I know I did. Hopefully I will see her again.
