And, out with the son & his girlfriend on Sunday Night, the Yellow Deli, his girlfriend, she's properly impressed, gathers every leaflet...
They're getting the party crowd, although I don't know where the party was, a drunk, loud girl, her muscular and apologetic boyfriend, popping in, spending stupid time and money badgering the poor disciple, my Son's girlfriend laughing, she just noticed that the server is wearing flip-flops...
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Leaving the cafe, there's a rave crowd assembled on the patio, clearly we missed an event, but where? And one of the older ravers, I recognize him from the parties, he's looking at me, pointing - "St. Germain!!! It's the Immortal St. Germain".
I'm not sure he's pointing at me, laugh it off, then do my research, of course, he's referring to the Count of St. Germain, me, and I'm impressed that he's that well read.
Anyways, the Count of St. Germain, if you don't know, is one of those enigmatic historical figures of whom much has been written but little (relatively) is known. On that count I get it. The rest, well...
Link: Wiki on the Count of St. Germain