What Recession?

Last night, a meal out, just us, which has not happened for a while. First we went to a chain steak house, reasonable but not cheap. At 6:30, there was an hour and a half wait. Lots of kids waiting with parents. Hmmm. And I had thought restaurants were empty these days.

We drove to the newish Patriot Place in Foxborough and landed on Davios, an "Italian steakhouse." Prices were not bad for a steakhouse, but not as cheap as the Longhorn. Cauliflower/garlic soup was excellent. I had a grilled skirt steak with spinach Romana and S.O. had a pasta special. Both really good. Wine was most potable. Bill did not make us faint dead away. When we left, there was hardly an empty table in the house.

Go figure.

A couple sat down nearby and I spent the next half hour trying to decide if I had worked with the man a long time ago. He was grayer, but so what? I finally decided it was my former colleague but I wasn't sure enough walk up and say hello and embarrass everyone. Hard situation. He looked at me a couple times and didn't show signs of recognition, but I have (ahem) put on a little weight since I worked there.

Getting a Festival Madness manuscript ready to send to an agent, and a Promiscuous Mode synopsis and first pages to a publisher. Hope really does spring eternal.

Gladly,

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