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Friday, May 27, 2005

Friday

Friday, late afternoon, after work.

“What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know, what do you want to do?” I decided earlier that we weren’t going out to dinner. Fun, yes, intimate, yes, but we can’t afford our Friday night ritual.

“I’m irritable. I woke up irritable, I took a nap and I’m still irritable. I want to go out.”

“I’ll be ready in five minutes.”

There were half hours waits at the Ninety-nine (Across the street from Concord Park. We’d left Flo watching a Hepburn, Spencer Tracy movie) and the Paparazzi, but plenty of room at the little bar at the Colonial Inn. Mercifully, there was no singer, just the Ric Maure Trio.

posted by michael at 12:00 pm  

1 Comment

  1. Friday there was no power on our street from 2:30 until past time to start cooking dinner. I didn’t find out until I’d come home with stuff for the fridge. We went out too, blissfully no wait.

    Comment by jennifer — May 28, 2005 @ 6:29 pm

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