The food was middling, but the company was beyond great.
Cranky and I joined an old friend for dinner last night, and made a new friend.
The old friend reviews restaurants, among her many varied talents, so I'm keeping her identity disguised. Actually, she doesn't have eight fingers on her left hand (and she's not an especially fast eater, time-lapse-wise). Blame the photographer. In fact, if any restaurateurs want to spot this writer, she does have a weakness for wild and varied wristwatches. See? (As if any restaurateurs are reading this blog.)
The new friend is also in the food business. As soon as he gives me the Greenlight (hint!) I will brag about him. Funny, smart, and with a propensity toward fur-lined bicycle seats. Well, a long time ago.
It's amazing what a nice, simple gathering of kindred spirits can do for the spirit.
Thanks, friends.
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Can't wait to hear more about the new friend. And I love the photo.
I would love the photo too...if I could see it. Is this like the kings new clothes or is it my puter??
Oh, phoo. Mine's not coming through either. It worked for the first day...
Maybe I'll tinker with it. Maybe not... Gotta preserve my pal's anonymity!
Very cool picture.
Thanks, Julie. I just wish all pictures of me were this "gentle."
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