last night. I met an old friend for a belated birthday dinner; his birthday was in July but he went on a long(ish) trip out west so we were unable to coordinate our schedules till yesterday. Which was fine; I enjoyed hearing his stories about the big trip.
Tomorrow I'm meeting bff and two mutual friends for lunch. One of the mutual friends is our French horn-playing pal who always wants to meet for a meal while he's in town but gives us ZERO input as to where or even what type of cuisine. Bff just flat out decided we were going to Scooter's Dawg House...an odd choice as it's more a "stop in and get a hot dog and ice cream on the way to the beach" kind of place rather than a "hang out and chat for a few hours" place. Their indoor dining options are few--not many tables and always a crowd--and I think I'm the only one of the gang that enjoys dining outside. But at least it saved us an endless round of "where do you want to go?" "I don't care, where do YOU want to go?" "Anywhere is good with me!" "Same, anywhere is fine" and on and on.
I'd considered going to Little Italy today (since due to my work schedule, I missed last week's Feast of the Assumption) and/or Coventry but decided I didn't want to make the 45 minute drive. Now I'm thinking I'll go walking later today at one of the local parks, since the weather is near perfect (70° and sunny). But first I have to wait for Dad to finish trimming the hedges. Despite my objections, he's out there on a step ladder with a small electric saw...and making me very nervous.
