Blast From The Past

Salt Dog Slim's

We exited the cavern and made our way down the street to the pub. The little drops of rain from before had turned into large splashes that rolled down my face. As we were walking John turned to me and said, "Do you mind walking? It's only a few blocks."

"Not at all." I respond politely. That's a lie, I'm freezing cold and the rain's getting my long blonde hair drenched. Everyone else is bundled up under their umbrellas and in their coats and I don't have one. I would have brought mine if I knew I was going to go back in time 50 years in the pouring rain. I don't mean to complain. It's just that me and the cold don't get along well.

I rubbed my hands on my arms to keep myself warm and kept my head down to keep the rain out of my face though it didn't help much. George turned around and noticed what I was doing.

"Where's your coat Missy?" He said.

"Oh I left it." That was half true.

"Well I bet we can stop by your hotel and get it. Where are you staying?"

"Well you see I just got here today so I haven't booked a room." I said hesitantly.

"Where's all of your luggage?"

"Oh it got..." What do I say?? "Stolen." It got stolen? That's the best thing you could come up with?

"Stolen?"

"Yeah... I was at the train station and I went over to use the pay phone and next thing I know it's gone." That's the stupidest lie I've ever told.

John turned around and joins our conversation. "Y'know that happened to me aunt Mimi once. We were visiting me mum in Blackburn and some barmy basterd came right behind her, took it from her hands and ran off! It was hysterical. She was furious about it for months."

"Well Since you don't got a coat, you're more than welcome to use mine." George said looking at me with his dark eyes.

"Oh that's very nice of you but Then you'd be cold."

He laughed "It's my pleasure." He took off his coat and wrapped it around my shoulders.

"Wow, you're a real gentleman." Oh my gosh George Harrison just gave me his coat. I wish people at my school were like this.

The rain made the streets look beautiful. It glistened and the puddles reflected the light from the street lamps. I wish I had a camera.

"John, I thought you said it was only a few blocks away." Ringo complained from behind.

"Oh don't be such a Nancy boy, it's just up here." John replied pointing to a small white building.

We approached the building. It had a black trim surrounding it and had a small sign in front of the door that said, "Salt Dog Slim's steins and brines" with a hotdog being poked with a roasting stick.

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's go in! I'm starving!" Ringo shouts as he runs to the entrance.

The interior of the building felt pretty cozy. It was A dimly lit restaurant with red brick walls and a hardwood floor. The bar itself was crowded with people so we decided to sit in one of the few booths. I sat between Paul and Cynthia and Ringo, George and John sat on the other side.

"So, Lady Margret?" Paul said.

"Yes Paul?" I respond giggling