I was in the Navy during the Vietnam war. My unit was called the precious perfects. We were a small group of Waves that excelled in every challenge we were given...Top scores in classes, physical fitness, flawless in our appearance. There was a much needed blood drive and of course we were going to win. There were seven of us that had 0- blood which gave us extra points. Our Company Commander was so delighted he gave us a Vapmire Pass to leave the base which was Great Lakes Naval Hospital. We hit Old Town, and Little Italy and that's where things changed. We were starving and we found a small restaurant with fixtures from the 1920's, white linen table clothes and preternatural staff. The host suave-and hypnotic. The owner was just as charming. The waiter knew what we wanted and presented precise details that only a mind reader could know. We drank and dance to an old phonograph Louie Prima,
Tony Bennett, Rosemary Clooney and of course Frank Sinatra.
After donating blood, and drinking too much wine I felt out of control. The waiter knew; he felt my weakness. He whispered I can make you strong. His embrace was cold and warm, supportive. His kiss satisfying and that's all I remember.
The next morning we had an inspection of our barracks. I found myself in my bunk early in the morning. I had a hang over, I could barely move . I got up and unsnapped my stockings from my garter belt, removed my nylon stockings I proceeded to polish all the bright work in our lavatory with my stockings I changed into my uniform and passed inspection with flying colors. We received oustanding marks in our lavatory. " I can see my face in the facets and pipes !"said our Commander.
That afternoon we went back to little Italy to find that restaurant.
We could not locate it.
Years later I was reading Ann Rice's "interview with A Vampire"
It jarred my mind. That waiter was like Lestat...
But I want to show you, it appears now as "interview with THE Vampire" .
Is that a message for me or you or us?
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