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This was only our second date...

A Black Tie Affair...

...Set against an incredible view,
vineyards, waterfalls,
a plentitude of flower beds,
all just outside a charming postcard Town.

This indeed was a serious event,
anyone  who was anyone...
and my date...were here.

A live Jazz Band filled the air
with a symphony of soothing sounds
we all took our seats as 

The Annual Fine Pie Tasting Festival

began.

My first nibble was an

Orange  Blossom Grand Marnier Silk Pie.

I cleansed my palate with a sixty seven French Beaujolais  
took my tiny fork and partook of a slice of heaven.

The pie had a fine bouquet with a peach raspberry scent.
It was a nice blend, moist, with a fragrant overtone
of fermented grapes...

my date,
well,
my date
just porked down her first slice...

...in one swallow.

Her comment?

..."Yeah, yummy"
and added "can I have some more wine,
and fill the glass up this time,
Mr. Stingy"

Ah the wonderful charm of youth

(...luckily no one heard her.)

Now came the second offering a

Vienna Chocolate Lace Kaluha Pie.

My date grabbed three slices complaining
about the size.

Charming!

(...Thank God no one saw. I
enjoy my ranking in this
exclusive social group)

If she asks for more wine
I'm going to hand her the bottle 
tell her to swig that.

The next offering is a

Dulche De Leche Italian Rum Pie

I dread the thought she might
try to wring a slice in order to squeeze out the Rum.

All is well,
she has wolfed down her serving
before the thought occurs to her.
Imagine my surprise?

I order a third bottle of wine.
There is not a drop left in our second
bottle, not a drop.

Can you wring a glass bottle?

 I doubt I have had a full ounce of
wine yet.

At eleven hundred dollars a bottle
I start to question my taste...
.....................................in....
.......women.

My stunning date excuses herself.

With all that wine I am surprised
she has waited this long.

She is wearing a gorgeous gown...

"you can put lipstick on a pig..."

"shit! did I just say that out loud"

The  night continued...

pie after pie
more and more wine.

The pie slices are small
the bill will be HUGE!

...but ah the pies...

Sweet Lime Tequila Mouse Pie

Vanilla Bourbon Brazilian Pecan Pie

Irish Cream Island Coconut Mouse Pie

Lady Godiva Truffle Raspberry Liqueur Pie

to name a few.

Pie tasting?
A refined activity 
of the gourmet connoisseur.

My disaster of a date has returned,
(God she's beautiful!)

"So Scrooge" she says "are you ready to leave"

I am so embarrassed she is crass and rude
in front of all these distinguished people.

"Come on, I'm bored with this
crowd of stiffs. Let's blow this
Popsicle Stand," she says
" They all have pickles up their asses"

Well I never. ( Popsicle Stand? Just
how young is she?)

She continues "Honey, it is time to
go back to your place for the best piece
of pie you have ever had."

At this point my twenty five year old
goddess is more beautiful than any
woman any marvel I have ever viewed...
her words immaculate...

....You don't have to hit me over the head
with a hammer. 

...Personally I was fed up of 
all these stiffs with pickles up their ass.

I think I gave some sort of dignitary the finger
on the way out...

...I was excited.

I have never driven so fast in my life.

Finally I was going to get my piece of the pie.



16~10~2014
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest Name: Plentitude of Pies
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