So last Friday, which was a very, very good day for me, The Mister had a bad thing at work and I …
He made reservations and I got even happier and then after we drove the children to all the things ever on Saturday, we went out to eat.
We arrived in the darkness. Downtown on a Saturday night, like fucking grown-ups, man.
I whipped out my phone and The Mister thought I wanted to take a picture of us.
UM. YES, I totally want to take a picture of us. I didn’t even notice the door.
Inside, there was light, but also other people. Say hi to the stranger lady, Everyone.
We ate that. The Mister had the Duck Duck.
I had the bone marrow, with arugula, tomato bacon jam, roasted garbanzo beans and two pieces of sourdough toast. The waiter said this often isn’t enough…
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