The Paperback Edition…
Don’t worry. I haven’t lost my mind. I know you’re probably thinking, “I thought we were talking about someone named Hannah.” And you’re right…we are.
The names Karla and Hannah refer to the same person. Also. I am called “Teddy” when in fact…my real name is…Charlie. Let me explain.
Hannah and I are both reporters at the Minneapolis Journal. Currently, we are assigned to cover the crime beat in Minneapolis and surrounding suburbs. Once in a great while we get a by-line for writing an extraordinary story.
In the past couple of years, both of us have had a few sketchy encounters with readers of the Journal who were pretty angry or upset with the way we had covered a story or…believe it or not…with the general philosophy of the Journal.
These encounters had always taken place in a “bar-like” setting and in all times the ‘upset’ people had downed a few too many ‘bottles of beer’…or whatever…
So last year, my long-time, very good friend Abby,…who is quite absolutely brilliant and devious came up with the idea of what she cleverly called a “protective cloak of anonymity” for Hannah and me…to be used at our discretion.
We both still worked for the Journal but…
“Karla” (Hannah) worked in circulation and “Teddy” (Charlie…me) worked in accounting. Throw on a title of “Assistant Manager” to these jobs and BINGO…two very boring jobs that did not encourage any further questions other than an occasional complaint to “Karla” about a late delivery. IKR…
So if “Karla” was asked to leave Doyle’s after one or two more margaritas than was prudent…she would do so…gliding peacefully out the door, into the night and down the block to the Minnehaha Grill.
It was our go-to late night restaurant on the weekends. Black coffee, pancakes, eggs and bacon…with an occasional side order of hash browns…was our standard order.
And so that is where we had gone last night…because we both knew how bad I would feel the next morning if we did not.
We pretty much had the drinking/partying ritual down to a science. I know what you’re thinking…not good at all…and…maybe you’re right.
But…regardless…last night was rubbish.