Coco and Colette spent hours getting gussied up to meet their secret admirers at Pops for champagne and jazz on Sunday night. Their suite at the Thompson was a fog of hairspray and perfume and smelled of nail polish and peppermints. They had encountered secret admirers in other cities before, but never Chicago, so they had high hopes for what was to come. They chose their most tastefully sassy evening-wear punctuated with their even sassier shoes, and Colette wore her "lucky" ring, because she's superstitious like that.
With secret admirers, it's best to arrive a tad late, so the girls made their entrance just before 9:30. Pops was bustling, but luckily it only took a minute for the girls to be spotted at the door by one of the admirers who greeted the girls and led them to their table in a cozy, dimly lit corner. En route, Colette had the urge to whisper "OMG" to Coco, but opted for a quick eyes-wide glance instead that said, "I can't believe this is even happening!"
Introductions and courtesies were exchanged, and before long, the four of them were comfortable and friendly. As Coco does with admirers and blind dates, she led with the "We're in the CIA and know all about you already" joke. Colette followed up with, "and we know that you shop at AG and appreciate good Scotch and secretly like pop music." That usually breaks the ice and leads to fun conversation. It was true in this case, as well.
Coco and Colette ordered a Corcovado and Pamplemousse, specialty cocktails for which Pops is famous. The admirers stuck with Scotch, but were cute in that they sampled tastes of the girls' drinks. The conversation drifted delightfully everywhere for hours and only halted when Colette suggested some dancing. That was when the admirers whispered and then announced, "If you're wanting to dance, I have a great idea, but it might require some of your CIA expertise." The men paid the bill while the girls giggled and donned their coats and gloves, ready for anything except the night's end.
They walked along, huddling closely because December Chicago nights are beyond cold, until the admirers abruptly swept them into the lobby of the Drake. After surveying their possibilities, the admirers concocted an elaborate plan which involved an elderly couple, two wheelchairs, and some confidence, and in less than ten minutes, the foursome were escorting the elderly couple into the wedding, and their trespassing went undetected.
The foursome quickly fled to the dance floor of the Drake's Grand Ballroom. After cutting the rug for a few songs, the men excused themselves to go for drinks while the band played the Charleston, so the girls finally had a free moment to discuss their good fortune. "Isn't this the most magical night ever?" Coco asked. Colette agreed that it couldn't be more perfect. Colette suggested that it might even make a good topic for Coco's next book. Coco said, "Well, I'll have to research how good of a kisser he is, then." They shared a quick giggle before the men returned with flutes of champagne.
The band played on into the wee hours of the night, and the interlopers were never discovered. They danced and danced some more, and eventually, Coco did find out about the kiss. You'll have to read about it in her next book, should she write it.
The girls and their deserving outfits got the evening they had hoped for, and they trotted back to the Thompson eager to scroll through their pictures and discuss the high points. Eventually, they slept and would wake in the morning with achy feet and smiling faces.
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