This was at a hotel in Sheffield UK, last Monday evening at a business conference.
The bar area was really crowded at dinner time, and a particularly noisy group of thirty-somethings were sitting at a long high table close to the bar. I'd guess they were all from the same company, there were about eight or nine of them, mostly men with I think two young women among the group. None of them seemed to be coupled up, just a group of colleagues travelling together for work.
I was eating with my own colleagues a few tables away and as always I glanced around to see if I could spot any likely couples. This being a business conference though I couldn't see any good prospects.
As you've no doubt guessed, it was to turn out that the noisy group were to provide the focus for the latter part of the evening, or at least two of them were. The odd thing is, I only know the identity of one of them – the lady – the other will remain unknown to us for all time.
The lady in question was thirtyish, slim, medium length black hair, wearing a purple polo necked top, grey skirt and dark grey leggings. She looked quite fit and probably the most distinctive feature was large metal rimmed glasses which framed her eyes and facial features perfectly. She sat with her colleagues, talking happily and slowly working her way through a good, old fashioned, British pint of beer.
At about eight pm everyone had finished eating and the group headed up to their rooms. One of my colleagues commented on how much quieter it had suddenly become now that they'd left, and I used this as my excuse to head upstairs myself, saying I had to send emails to America before I could get to bed. Not true, of course, but it seemed a reasonable excuse. To be honest I wasn't optimistic about hearing anything, but I followed the group.
It was quite a few minutes after the group had left that I finally went upstairs but this wasn't a problem, they continued to talk noisily as they made their slow progress towards their rooms, so I was able to see which room Miss Purple Top entered, on her lonesome.
So, having seen that she was on her own I continued on my way. It wasn't until twenty minutes or so later that I passed by again….. holy shit! Miss Purple Top was busy.
I planted the USB and continued on my way, cursing slightly that I might have missed most of the action. As it happens, I needn't have worried. She spent the next three hours intermittently chatting, laughing, squealing and moaning as she and her partner got to know each other quite well, I think
.There are several clips posted here of various durations. I don't know which of her colleagues she was with but between each clip were periods of laughing, chatting and glass clinking, during which they talked about themselves, their work, business and politics. I have included some of the chat where names and other details have not been used. They certainly had a happy evening together, with both of them demonstrating levels of stamina that make one proud to be British.
Enjoy.
L.
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