Way Too Much Fun

It was so not planned.

We picked Mark up from his house, drove into the city to meet five other people from Michael work at the restaurant in the far side of the city. A miracle happened, we found parking right in front of the place. It turned out that the reservations were for 9:00 and 8:30PM. I was cold, there was no room to hang out in the place, so we down the street to a local lounge. After a chat with the guy next to me, we learned we went to the same high school (a few years apart) and he remembered the two teacher with whom I workout at the other rehab. Small world.

Back to the restaurant.

Everyone finally arrived. We had a marvelous dinner under a canvas roof in the back courtyard. It was festive and warm and just a nice venue but it was packed. The place was hopping! Michael and I split a tiny crab salad, he had sweetbreads and I had the hanger steak with steamed green beans and zucchini. Everything was perfectly cooked. Delicious.

Service...was slow. We didn't get out of there until after 11:00 and decided to go to one of the hip places for just one drink before heading home (nothing for me, of course!). Well, one thing led to another. I loved watching all the action and I think we were the oldest people in the place! Clothing! Hair! People who had too much to drink! All of it was eye opening for this girl from the very rural suburbs!

We had planned to be home by midnight. Mark has his children all day today and Michael was going to paint a friend's car at 9AM this morning. We all were having a bit too much fun! Suddenly, it was 1AM then 2AM before we walked the couple of blocks to the car. We drove the empty roads home, dropped Mark off at his house and we finally crawled into bed at 3:30AM. That was a record.

Today? I am making some baklava to give to mom's physical therapist tomorrow and the rest of the pan will be sent into Michael's work to share as a holiday treat.  That is all that is planned. And a nap. Maybe a few naps.