Friday Night Dinner

Friday I woke up in one of those moods where I just wanted to die. You know where you would just say to yourself “I am never drinking again” moods. Not that I got smashed the night before, but I felt like real shit that morning. I went to work and barely made it through the day. Later that night I went to dinner with Kat and we headed to Extra Virgin, an Italian restaurant. This place is very nice and we went there before when I was on crutched after my surgery. Granted, at that time I was not feeling too well and couldn’t walk that great. Come to think of it, that is kinda how I felt this time. But anyways…

…We were able to sit outside on the patio and enjoy some bread with oil, balsamic vinegar and parmesan cheese. Kat had a glass of wine, I stuck to the H2O. The weather was like a perfect spring evening with a light breeze. Considering it was the end of July, I thought we would have melted out there. The air was crisp and the sky was crystal clear.

Dinner was fantastic, as always, and we just sat back and talked about life. There is so much that can be said for a good conversation. I have been out with people who can not put a sentence together, let alone keep a conversation going for hours. We sat on the patio and talked and talked and talked until our server said goodnight to us and he left.

It was a simple evening of dinner and talking, but what a great way to spend the night. The weather was perfect for us to sit on a patio and watch the people go by, and criticize them. For us to just relax and forget about what the week had stressed us out about. And mainly for us to just catch up on each others lives. Sometimes, it is the little things that go along way. You know what I mean. Hope you can have a night that is so unplanned; it will totally fix what ails ya.

I did, however, go home and pass right the fuck out because I was still feeling like shit on the inside.

Peace,
DeMo