Last night we went to dinner with friends at a New York, trendy, funky restaurant located on the West side. We have been there many times before, but not for quite a while. I made the reservation late and was told there were none to be had, but of course, I used BP’s status from his “old company” as he is retired for the past 3 days. They graciously honored a resv at our preferred time and as usual, dinner was great.
This was one of my oldest friends, since meeting at the bungalows at age 12 and 13. I, of course, was 12. To this day, I always mention that she is 1 year older than me. Conversation was flowing, drinks-abundant and then dessert….sweet and plentiful.
As I sit at my computer this morning, telling my short story, I begin day 4 with BP (Banco Popular-nickname for my husband) heading downtown on this splendid Saturday…
